Inside the Internet’s Black Hole
The subtext of how we define our life is being written by the algorithms. We’ve lost control. It’s too late.
Those algorithms that constitute the black hole into which you’ve been drawn. You’re not alone in that black hole.
You’ve plenty of company; likely most of your immediate family and friends are in there with you.
And there are people clamoring to join you.
They’re the people who want to cosy up and convince you of something you simply must have; something you must experience; something you should change.
How does it feel? In the black hole?
Do you know much about the people who’re in there with you?
The ones that are never quite with you in the moment, the imperishable supply of new Facebook stories, the scrolling through what you said six hours ago, the four new texts, the absence of texts, that text from three days ago that has warmed up your entire life, the four versions of the same news alert.
You can find yourself wondering why you’re seeing this now — or knowing too well why it’s so.
You can feel amazing and awful — exult in and be repelled by life — in the space of seconds.
The thing you must say, the thing you’ve been waiting for — it’s always there, pulling you back again and again and again. You aren’t leaving the Black Hole. The gravitational pull feels way too strong.
Who can remember anything anymore? It’s all a blur in the black hole. Like the stories of those who’ve experienced a near-death experience;
My life scrolled past my eyes in seconds; my entire fucking life distilled to a few seconds.
Did you know the 2010s ushered in more change than the entire 20th century?
It’s true.
We’re now setup for the fastest change the world has experienced across millenia.
The first 2000 years AD will seem like a day at Disneyland.
Hang on tight; be strong; get out of the black hole.
It’s the only way you’ll stay sane and survive.
About the author:
Greg Twemlow is a Sydney-based Social Enterprise Founder | Startup Mentor | CEO | Writer | Speaker | Podcaster
