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Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Pierwalker Log: June 13, 2018

Writing start: 10:10 A.M.
Finish: 2:40 P.M.
Total new words (est.): New poem
Edited (est.): 8800


1. Failure: Off till July 16

2. Book Three Melody: Align edit of chapter one

3. Watson: Off

4. Love Story: Off till June 23

5. Ant story: Read-through

6. T-Bag: Primary edit number two of chapter two

7. Fractalverse: Volume 5: Read-through of last two poems I wrote

8. Firefly: Off till June 20
Notes: After a year and a half, I'm going to start writing new chapters! Yay!

Extra notes: The Internet was supposed to democratize everything, lengthen the tails of the bell curve and flatten its fatness. It didn't. In fact, it ushered in a new and much worse Iron Age--the rule of the fist, of the powerful few over everyone else, the stomping and crushing of dissent, the pushing of everyone not in the herd towards total obscurity. That's what's happened.

Were the Internet as its designers and architects intended it to be, things would be much different. There would be the possibility for actual digital communities, for example, which would have lent directly towards fostering and growing democratic and creative movements. Our privacy would be protected, not sold to the highest bidder. Hateful monsters like Trump wouldn't have been able to come within a thousand miles of the White House. Net Neutrality would be the law of the land. Basic broadband and wi-fi would be free and considered human rights, available to all. People like me wouldn't be kept in the dark. We'd have a real chance to be discovered.

That's not the world we live in. That's not the Internet we have.

I wake up despairing so often these days. I really don't see how we are going to survive, either as a nation or as a species. I fear a new Dark Ages is just around the corner, one powered digitally by ruthless authoritarians and promulgated by the indifferent billions who simply shrug and trundle on as outrage after outrage pushes Mother Earth and all life into the abyss. Caring requires a soul. Courage requires a soul. Standing up and fighting requires a soul.

Far, far too many lack one.