jcd

roguelike developer, poet

I write poetry and code in a cold place.


Twitter's almost dead and my fellow poets, as much as they're anywhere else, are there. I had hoped that there might be some exploration, some experimentation; all told I think 3-4 tried cohost (varying degrees; a couple created accounts and never posted, one or two posted for a couple months), maybe half a dozen used Mastodon. And this is out of many hundreds. If I'd stayed Elsewhere indefinitely, I wouldn't interact with the vast majority of my peers online again.

I'm grateful for the impending-but-not-yet, real-soon-now, just-wait collapse of Twitter because it's helped me move off just one platform, try lots of things out, get back to a usage pattern that's closer to what I was doing in the late 90s, early 00s. But it's also become clear to me that most people will just use what's easy, won't look for options; and I don't know if we've been shaped by the modern internet, or the people in question are what shaped the modern internet.

Anyway, I could feel myself getting sad, so I distracted myself by reading about goat wetnurses.


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