
Nostalgia for the way the web looked is really a sublimated nostalgia for how it felt, for a time in almost everyone’s life when discovery and openness and joy were all more operable. As much as we want to preserve the early internet in amber, we want to hold on to the feeling of the early internet even more.
… same way, though the anxiety has never left. You grow crooked in this world. That’s the way of it. I had my first panic attack at the age of 21, after I had come out, while attending a party with high school friends in my hometown. There have been many since. I don’t talk about it because, really, that’s for me and not for you.