Ruby's Drive: Fragments

We have entered an age in which honesty is a luxury, and ostentatious displays of it are mere priggishness. So many people have two profiles, multiple emails, private pictures stored on hard drives with innocuous titles. Passwords on a piece of paper stuffed inside a book. Pseudonyms confected from a bookshelf. Things being various. Us being things, escaping the pain of being thought things.

 I tried out the Dark Web a while ago. Nothing crazy. Just getting prepared, in case shit gets heavy. I liked it. It reminded me of using the net in the old days, no password autofill, no bling. It’s built by hobbyists, bodged together, ramshackle, always moving. Silk Road was an excellent name. Floating World would be another. As frustrating as it was I rather liked it: it seemed to have potential.