It’s a riddle we must answer over and over again. There is only one, simple riddle to answer at the entrance to the internet: What’s on your mind? A traveller who enters the forest is never alone, eyes wrapped around her like insulation tape. You can enter through a screen, but you must screen something of yourself in return. You can enter through an interface, but also through your pocket. People get lost in it by shining light in all the wrong places, exposing too much about themselves, communicating impulsively, recklessly. Made for sleepwalking, for a mundane delirium. The internet is a tangible space, yes, but also a mental expanse. The roots grow upwards, the crown reaches downwards: wrapped around the planet, the internet circulates between satellites and underwater cables. But the truth is, anyone who knows your name can break you in two.”
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