I was completely enchanted when I first heard about the indie web. Before, it was clear to me that the glorious days of Web 1.0 were long gone. For me, that era radiates a beautiful, hopeful feeling of new technology being an outlet for creativity, an escape, a tool for people to make beautiful things. Personal web pages feeling like places, with their own, palpable atmospheres. To be fair, I never lived through Web 1.0; I was born in 2000. Surely, though, that makes me all the more entitled to carry a painful yearning for a time that's no longer there. What I did witness (and still am), is the Internet transforming into something more and more evil, overstimulating, repulsive, soulless, yet, somehow, insanely addictive; like a never-ending pack of this candy that you hate that's always at your grandmother's house - way too sweet, with a disturbing texture, makes you nauseous every time. Yet, somehow, you can't stop, as if you were being force-fed. Well, you are. Everything about social media platforms - the interface, the content, the way you're force-fed the content - is being continously optimized with only one goal in mind - profit. The Internet now, together with generative AI, perfectly embodies what I hate the most about our times - this sinister, unstoppable force that, to make money, sucks out beauty, uniqueness, humanity and replaces it with shit. But you knew that. You're here. I just needed to write it.
I love the idea of a static, personal web page so much. I'd like this to be only for me and for strangers that find it. It's going to be hard not to show it to my friends but I really want this - putting my thoughts to