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Sometimes the internet

Sometimes the internet scares me. And I'm not talking about dark webs, cyber crimes and gruesome humans behind keyboards. No, I'm talking about human interaction mediated by bits and bytes and how, when one decides to write something in here, it instantly becomes part of the ether that is the internet. No take backsies, I guess. Which is funny if you think about it, considering the horde of deadlinks and whatnot, but this phenomena is (mostly) outside of the original poster's hands.

I might delete this entire blog, dig it out of the Way Back Machine, scrape whatever I can off of the face of the internet, and yet, somehow, somewhere, in someone's bookmarks or send-to-kindles or offline backups... there can be a slice of folkmoss there which I cannot control.

I was surfing through a website earlier today when I saw a complete stranger mentioning me and complimenting said website.

Like... what?

Who is that, what is happening, how did they find I linked that website... But of course. The answer is quite obvious and boring: they clicked here and found the link and thought it was cool enough to leave a lil note to the webmaster. Meanwhile, I didn't even remember linking it!

It was so out of the blue, so unexpected to find mention of yours truly in someone else's web space. So yeah, sometimes the internet does scare me a little bit.


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