I don’t know whether it’s me getting older or the Internet getting older— but things feel significantly less silly now. Everything is very produced, yet sterile. Everything only exists if it can make money. If it can’t, it either doesn’t get made or dies off.
There was a magical time where it seemed everyone thought this was all experimental. Things were made because they were fun to make. That experimental nature gave us all permission to be weird.
Somewhat related to a recent post on this website.