The Economy of Ideas

The economy of ideas
My father, for all his guilt ridden apostate baptist ways his heavy drinking and propensity towards violent bursts of temper, taught me to read by the time I was three. I can still remember sitting on his knee reading him 'golden books' when he got home from his job as copywriter for Mckinnies department store.
He paid me off in small coins, but the coins were just a token of his approval. Read, and you are loved. We had a retired schoolteacher who came to our school every week, she wore a fur stole. I learnt from her, that I could be loved for other things as well. She taught me to say Europa, and showed me maps of the world and I began to be loved for expressing my own ideas rather than just repeating the ideas of others. And, the fool I was, I bought the whole damned lie.

Well fuck those guys, nobody gives a damn about what I think, and WHY? WHY? cause the Internet has diluted the pool of human thought to the point where its all just a great big bucket of gray homogenized slop. I hate the damned lot of it. It's just too easy to write, to be published, to be seen. It approaches the point where you start to wonder, why would I bother. No fucker is going to love me because I write.
No fucker is ever even going to read what I fucking write cause we are all too fucking busy writing to read anything.
So no-one pays for writing, and no one reads, but for some reason the number of pages of text on the Internet just keeps growing every day by millions and millions and millions. My god, its a content machine, pouring out syrupy corporate Haikus into a world that doesn't care.
Turn that fucking wheel you arseholes, the machine must have blood.

Seneca put the number of volumes in the Alexandria library at 40 000, that was the sum total of ancient wisdom, hard fought and hand written and maintained by an army of scribes for centuries, being recopied plagiarised and redistributed to form the foundation of many medieval libraries in later times. Now, when I search for 'Gay Bestiality' in Google I come up with over 1.4 million pages. Hey Internet, go fuck yourself. You are broken, you don't fucking work.

The library at Alexandria was more efficient, even with 500 scribes.