The Internet Is An Open Air Market In A Third World Country
The owners of the platforms and the deep state are the noblest class of royalty, having direct and exclusive communion with their false god of whom they themselves manufactured - the algorithm. The influencers are the mercantile class, displaying their handmade wares on the street for all to see; patiently sitting in the blistering heat to do their business. The peasant class would be adjacent to the modern day screenager, the endless scroll equivelant to the cycle of labour and harvest - of which they never see the fruits. The peasant wanders the market faceless and anonymous, the mundane activity of their lives and the endless scroll amounting to none other than an overarching image, the mere idea of a collective like the humming of cicadads in the summer.
In this market thoughts are the currency, product, and simultaneously the means of production and consumption. From this market comes a culture in which everything always exists in one of three phases: sincerity, irony, and post-irony. In this market every comment is a haggle for opinions and attention, every like a gold piece into a purse, and every follow a loyal customer. Adjacent to the idea of an open air market in a third world country the current internet is a profound assault on all senses from every direction at once. Sounds of talking, street performers, bold aromas, brightly coloured fabrics, and so forth, in fierce competition for your attention.