The internet. A strange place. Things that belong there should stay there. Things that start there are still born in the world. Its interaction is hollow. Its information suspect. Its existence ethereal. If not the shadow in the cave, it certainly seems an aspect
To use it as a support, as an aid, is fine. To use it as a substitute, as if reality were fungible and the web was the substitute is flawed. I think that was my mistake, a mistake I made far too enthusiastically. I won’t be making it again.