When I think about the internet, I think about the ocean. Look down: no bottom. Look out: no end. It can swallow you up. Filled with beasts—a beast itself! Alive. But sick. Dying. Or, perhaps, transforming—into something. Something that could swallow us up for good. Our small city, surrounded by water.
The ocean, the flood
The ocean, the flood
The ocean, the flood
When I think about the internet, I think about the ocean. Look down: no bottom. Look out: no end. It can swallow you up. Filled with beasts—a beast itself! Alive. But sick. Dying. Or, perhaps, transforming—into something. Something that could swallow us up for good. Our small city, surrounded by water.