That’s it, that’s the post.
“I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;– from Shakespeare’s Richard II
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial’s point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
Show minutes, times, and hours.”
Clickbait in my inbox this morning:
Product Hunt Daily Digest > Facebook Revives Geocities
“It all started when a few of us found ourselves missing the raw and exploratory spirit of The Early Internet and began to wonder things like: Is this misplaced nostalgia? What was _actually_ so special about that time?”
What was actually so special about that time was not having a monumentally pervasive business invading our privacy, safety, government, and you know–undermining the whole internet.
Nice try, Facebook. The innocent optimism act doesn’t work anymore.