HTTP 404: The Lost Generation

Warning: Incoming Disjointed Metaphorical Rant

“Listen, Robert, going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.”

They were Génération au Feu, the Generation in Flames. We are The Generation of Flamers.

Of Trolls. Of Tweeters, Sexters, and /b/tards.

This is our Hemingway.

They were the lost generation after serving in the war and finding no home for them in the US. We are the lost generation after serving in the drug war and finding we’ve been on the wrong side.

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria sobriety

So they want to Paris. And we went to the Internet.

Paris was a refuge of artistic freedom. And we’ll always have the Internet. So play it again, Rick. After all, how can you have obscenity based on community standards when the community adheres to Rule 34.

This is where we run. This is where we go. This is our home. The table around which we sit exists in electrical charges, and AT&T is barkeep. We are all expatriates.

But the sun also rises. And the Gawker page refreshes.

What profit hath a man of all his blogging which he is posteth upon the internet? One platform passeth away, and other social media cometh: but the book abideth for ever. The network also ariseth, and the network also goeth down, and waiteth for IT to reboot.

But knowledge and courage are no longer earned. We live in the age of instant Otaku. They are universally accessible. Paragon is at one’s fingertips.

I shot a charging rhino.

I know kung fu.

The physical world offers so very little. Creativity, knowledge, personal connection. This is all online.

Her tweets are full of money,” he said suddenly.

That was it. I’d never understood before. They were full of money.

[…]

So we tweet on, boats against the current […]

Is it earned? Do we deserve this? Does it matter that we do not have to suffer for our accomplishments? Our coders are so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn’t stop to think they should. Oh, God help us. We’re in the hands of engineers.

They had their Moveable Feast. We have our Laptop Orgy.

We are the online men

We are the blogging men

Commenting together

Heads linked to wikipedia. [citation needed]!

Our witty retort, when

We tweet together

Is annoying and pointless

As graffiti in the library of congress

Or a .gif on a Geocities

On our iPhones

Words without ink, color without brush

Paralyzed iOS, hand gesture without motion;

Someone wants to be friends

Someone wants to

To be

Someone wants to be

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Error 404: world not found

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4 responses to “HTTP 404: The Lost Generation

  1. what is this i don’t even

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