Text: The old internet wasn’t perfect, but it used to feel like a place of almost magical potential, where you might stumble over a fascinating new site at any moment, instead of watching in horror as your aunt is driven mad by flat-earth conspiracies. This internet did not die of its own accord; it was murdered by a handful of mega-billionaires so they could sell ads for chukka boots and washing machines.
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