The Blank-Bird Slate

Twitter’s slow, continued downfall spiral is rooted in its insistent (post-IPO-directed) need to evolve in a manner displeasing to entrenched users, forgetting its best state, a blank slate, when users made it into their own individualized service, an integral component of their own system of digital expression.

Where do we go when Twitter fades, when the magic is at last squelched from the little bird, when weak connections among digital strangers become boring, tired; when our mental capacity for a ceaseless deluge of incoming information and our ability to parse and understand this information is rendered inert, the service lost to bloviating mobs of agree/disagree; when its evolution pushes the entrenched into unknown gardens?

Twitter, probably.

Stuck in my head: Metric, DREAMS SO REAL.
(TW)

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