Tell them there's nothing left of the tribes of the Internet
I.
In the beginning was the protocol and the net was formless and void. And the Spirit of Man moved upon abstractions of the layer. And they said let there be a packet, and there was. Let there be the link and the internetwork, the transport and the application layers. A suite of commands to transmit data. And then the hypertext. Stories about us we most wanted to know. Sin and flood and catastrophe. Forty years of wandering later tell them there’s nothing left of the tribes of the Internet. No Promised Land, no milk and honey.
It was to be the land of milk and honey. I worked on the internet at the packet level. Down there, the optimism is indeed coded in.
Tim O’Leary, (turn on, tune in, drop out guy), even wrote a book that basically was like we don’t need drugs we have the internet. He wasn’t wrong to a degree.
This poem would have made a great introduction to the Werner Herzog film, Lo and Behold.
Chilling.