The Dead End

So I'm at the end of the internet universe, I mean totally on the edge of the known interverse. Not coincidentally I find myself on the Facebook more and more often, because even at the edge of the internet FB is as ubiquitous as dog poo in an SF park. It's weird because I don't care at all about anything that anyone writes, nothing is well written or thought out, no one cares about what they post (unless it will impact their social standing in which case they delete it) and the whole thing is a huge narcissistic circle jerk and popularity contest. Same with the whirlpool of sorrow called kickstarter, woe to you who thinks you can use this web tool to make anything happen unless you are already wildly popular and able to retain multiple relationships with hundreds of people simultaneously. Oh and yes, there is a website that tracks all the huge failures on kickstarter, but I'm going to let you search for it yourself because it's so fucking depressing you might as well google image search kids with harelips. The internet is done, it's really done. I found a picture a few months ago (the last thing I laughed at out loud or, um, you know LOL'ed at) that featured a large puppy dog, a small kitten and a baby fox sleeping together in a big lump - the caption was "Shut down the internet!". That's when I knew I had felt out the internet completely and really had nothing left to examine except the weird cysts, obscure wrinkles or annoying rants. Not a great feeling right before my birthday but in keeping with how the internet desensitizes everything not really a bad feeling either. Oh distraction, why can't you provide me with a path or at least a hint as to where to go next? I know what you're thinking as you get defensive about the internet, but let's be serious we all agree we'd be a lot better off without it.