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Profile picture, flag overlay. "I stand with them." Them being the dying, somewhere you've never been, in a war you learned about from a fifteen-second clip. Count the bodies since you stood. You don't know the number. You never checked. The stance doesn't need a body count, it needs a color. Now you're against AI. It drinks a bit more power than the app you used to watch the war clip between two ads. Cobalt dug by a kid, in a country you couldn't find on a map. That phone in your hand cost…
A company doesn't care what you write. They'd need a government order to touch you. No opinion. A contract and nothing. Some small platform, one guy running it, can delete you the moment you annoy him. No order needed. No court. Just his mood, dressed up as a rule. IRC, no rules at all. You don't say "she" fast enough, you're gone. No clause, no appeal. Just a man with a button and a grudge. Store, covid, a mask. A security guard, not a cop, decided you were the enemy of the room. Your…
Search for apple and get a phone. Read about freedom and get a router upgrade. Language is transactions. Human experience is product features. Click Big Bang theory, get sitcom commentary. The highest output is vomiting feelings about last week's consumption. Not thought. Just signals. Display to prove herd membership. Some attempt authenticity. A cat shitting. A hamburger swallowed. Just meat recording its own functions. There is no mind to document. The web is not broken. It exposes minds.…
Markdown - 2 lines # Contact forms Is any channel worse for communication than a contact form? Maybe a postcard when you don't know the address. Minimal HTML - 10 lines <!DOCTYPE html> <html> <head> <title>Contact forms</title> </head> <body> <h1>Contact forms</h1> <p>Is any channel worse for communication than a contact form? Maybe a postcard when you don't know the address.</p> </body> </html> Real world HTML - 42 lines + image + CSS file <!DOCTYPE html> <html lang="en"> <head> <meta…
You ask for text. Just a few words. They don't sell text. Text is free. So they sell the wrapper. You get HTML, CSS, and two megabytes of JavaScript. Fifty million lines just to render your banana cake recipe. Then the platform. The likes, the comments, the feed from your new tribe. You want an email client. Just send a message. They give you an AI assistant, a calendar, a crypto wallet, and a monthly fee. You want the potholes fixed. But you cannot just buy the asphalt. You have to buy the…
Speakers fell down, shattered. Good. Less noise. Mouse wheel died. Read about a man buying a car. Bought a new mouse. Black plastic. 2.90 euros. I read the web. Again. One man spent twenty years in XML and RSS. Found a new maze: AI chat windows. Calls the machine "he". Tells it to write another chat. In XML/RSS, of course. Another guy runs more AI than his nervous system can handle. Shoveling features into his micro business macro.slop Third guy owns the word "markdown" in his head.…
I got an idea. Few words, a sentence or two. I start writing. After few lines it's clear it's going to be shit, a novel. Explaining, examples, luckily not many metaphors as my English level does not allow it. The first spit is lazy mode. I talk until everyone falls asleep and I can leave. Done. Mind just keeps going until it feels everything is covered. The second distilled version requires more work. No pressure to be right or understood. No fillers. No saying the same thing three times. And…
The mind loves to change the world. Just not itself. It wants to fix the politics, the web, the weather. It picks up ideologies and wears them like it invented them. Nothing can be changed. Things happen, or they don't. A thought has no power to move a single atom. A process starts on its own. You jump in and tell yourself you are doing something. You are doing nothing. Publish the best idea too early, and nobody looks up. The concept was never the cause. The timing was never yours. Who…
I canceled the OpenBSD server. Moved to free Cloudflare. The infrastructure doesn't matter. I get an extra pack of cigarettes now. I used a feed reader for almost a month. Too long. I killed it. Reading is just consuming other people's vomit. I wrote my thoughts. Sent emails. The spam filter caught it. The machine did its job.
POSSE it, they say. Own your content. Publish once, fork it five times. RSS, Mastodon, Bluesky, webmention, pick your parasite. Fix the typo in two minutes. Already too late. Five fossils wearing your name.
POSSE. Webmention. ActivityPub. AT Protocol. Fediverse. IndieWeb. Micro.blog. Bearblog. Pika Pulse. /now page. /uses page. Discovery feed. Own app . Own icon. Own font. Same rats, smaller cage, better lighting. You didn't escape the cult. You just found one small enough to feel like a founder.
Killed a man Tuesday. Checked his oil, packed a lunch, drove three hundred miles to do it. The boy looked like his nephew. Same jaw, same stupid haircut. Wednesday he kissed his daughter on the forehead. Told her to be good. Meant it. No animal forgives itself. It just eats and moves on. He needs God, a flag, and a stranger with more stripes. Three lies stacked on a fresh grave. Friday he is at his daughter's recital. Claps loudest.
AI flooded the internet. Google broke search. Company poisoned the river. Pharma knew, shipped anyway. Parliament voted. Fairy tales. A man did every one of those things. With a name, a face, a paycheck.
Doctor says six months. Your opinion was five years. Prayer changes nothing. Morphine does. You argue with your father about it anyway. Right up until he stops breathing. You were right. He is dead. Heart stops. No referendum.
Bella doesn't know she is humiliated. Sweater on, box ready, camera rolling. Confused face. Laughing. Share. Forty likes. Love you Bella. In nature, predator kills and eats. Clean. Honest. Bella gets something worse. Alive, dependent, no exit. Dressed up, laughed at, photographed daily. Death would be more honest. You call it love.
You read, you write, day after day. It either entertains you or not. You can read every fact that exists about food and human biology. All of it. You will order your pizza anyway. You can see all the data that random corporation extracts from you. You will open Gmail anyway. You have stances, ideals, and all that shit. On the surface. In words. You cry about the semantic web presented over 27 JavaScript files and broken HTML. You write about a book you read yesterday and one you will read…
Last week, Frenkie left X. He joined Bluesky. He wrote an essay about it. Kept the account "just in case." Frenkie is now free. He can write about climate change. His first manifesto from his new MacBook. The temperature in the room is good. The air conditioner works, delivered just yesterday by Amazon delivery. Life is good. His next piece is an essay about digital minimalism and independence. His minimalist platform allows him to post his piece over email. The essay is perfect. Ten language…
Technical issue on the website. Emailed after midnight. Morning got the answer and the fix. Source: https://bubbles.town/ Try this with some corporation. If you are lucky and waste like an hour on their website cluster, you may find some contact form. The answer will be the same. They value your feedback. They can't respond to you. Terms, privacy, and your rights. Reading for a weekend. A year has passed, and your issue persists. Recently, I somehow clicked on some website. The author writes…
Few months ago Cloudflare introduced Markdown for machines: As a business, to continue to stay ahead, now is the time to consider not just human visitors, or traditional wisdom for SEO-optimization, but start to treat agents as first-class citizens. Feeding raw HTML to an AI is like paying by the word to read packaging instead of the letter inside. You get HTML, trackers, cookie banners, popups, and JavaScript. This needs a browser built by thousands of engineers just to show you a paragraph.…
Someone invented human.json. A file for humans, about humans, to make the web more human. In JSON. Braces, quotes, colons, commas. Needs a parser to read it. Meanwhile Google shipped Open Knowledge Format for AI agents. Markdown files. Spec fits on one page. The people building the human web chose the machine format. The machines moved to the human format. Nobody noticed.
Web browsers are not document viewers. They are customer acquisition channels for massive tech ecosystems. They don't serve users, but corporations. AI features, VPNs, crypto wallets, and countless of other nonsense. Markdown, on the other hand, is a public good. It would empower writers to publish their words independently. It would strip out countless CMS systems, frameworks, trackers, and ads. All those things where the money sits. Markdown is practically anti-platform. It's simple. Why…
I can open a feed aggregator, click 20 random links, and close them one by one without reading a whole title. My brain does a fast check on the shape and style, filters it out, and trashes it. Everything is sterile. Zero pulse, no risk. Nice grammar, nice syntax, dead words. It's polished sludge copied from the same content mills, where every bit of emotion is sanded down by some checklist and fear of getting canceled. Everyone plays it safe, writing like they are sitting in a corporate lobby…
Feed readers and aggregators often permit the import and export of a web feed list. Typically in a single dreadful XML format. OPML - Outline Processor Markup Language <?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?> <opml version="2.0"> <head> <title>Minimal web feed opml cluster</title> </head> <body> <outline text="pure garbage" title="Garbage collector" type="rss" xmlUrl="https://example.com/rss.xml" htmlUrl="https://example.com"/> <outline text="Atom is not RSS" type="rss"…
The cabin. No signal. Chop wood, carry water. Birds and trees. What a romance. Exactly as in that 20 minute video. The premium edition of the internet trap. The off-grid fantasy like a dotfile with mosquitoes and a septic tank. Nature is not a therapy. It's expensive and physically punishing. The office is boring. The wood is boring. Winter is long. A frozen pipe and a septic tank backup at midnight in minus twenty. Unprepared in the office, you lose a job. Unprepared in the woods, you lose a…
It started as exploration. Chats, forums, ICQ. Joomla to WordPress. Windows to macOS to Linux to OpenBSD. Small break in Plan 9. Old ThinkPad and netcat. IRC, Gopher, scripts, HTML. Someone in a Battlefield game chat figured it out a decade ago with "get a life." We knew. The perfect setup. The config file. The window manager. The script nobody needs. The dotfile never finished. For someone else, it may be the note-taking app, the TV series, the desk setup. The tool everyone is talking about.…
4 web feed formats: Leaf - 9 lines https://unstory.eu/leaf.txt https://unstory.eu/ unstory --- https://unstory.eu/wio/ 2026-06-19 # I love leaf file Sharing my *leaf* of https://unstory.eu/ with the world. The world is not the same. RSS - 15 lines <?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?> <rss version="2.0"> <channel> <title>unstory</title> <link>https://unstory.eu/</link> <description>unstory</description> <item> <title>I love leaf file</title> <link>https://unstory.eu/wio/</link>…
Peasants are usually lazy, so their text feed can be too. Example of lazy peasant minimal leaf file: https://unstory.eu/leaf.txt https://unstory.eu/ unstory --- https://unstory.eu/src/xqj.txt https://unstory.eu/xqj/ --- https://unstory.eu/src/urd.txt https://unstory.eu/urd/ Machine knows the domain, site name and the path for all sources. Any other details are served in individual article files. URL of the website is optional. Content can be shared just over the leaf. When a peasant writes a…
Look at the sheer absurdity of it. A man sits in a chair and shouts because some millionaire kicked or threw a ball. Another waits for a multi-billion corporation to tell him what his phone will do next year. Do people realize it is not real? That it is just business? Simulating missing belonging with a logo on a machine or a t-shirt is a fake party. There is no tribe, just your wallet and attention. You buy the excitement. You pay to feel part of a pack that does not know you exist. This…
Feed readers typically need to apply just some basic styling and typography to the source. They don't need to deal with HTML, and they don't need <channel><item>, brackets, version, namespace. Just a person's name and shared thoughts. The whole XML structure is pointless for all of them, same like complex HTML is pointless for a human reading in a text editor. How could a human leaf file looks like, that can replace all current circus in the web feeds: Site: unstory URL: https://unstory.eu/…
One of the default "auto modes" for writers is the RSS feed. They want to share their writing somehow. Plenty of writers don't own a domain name, but somewhere on their site sits a clunky RSS file in XML format. A horrible-looking file. If you have never seen one and feel like hating yourself, open any rss.xml from a random website or read the spec: RSS Advisory Board The website name explains most of it. RSS is supported in practically every feed reader and aggregator out there. Some "rebels"…
