Some of us geriatric millennials remember the days of squinting and rubbing our eyes in front of a giant CRT screen and clacking away at a keyboard that calloused your fingertips. In those days, the Internet meant something.
The awful process of tying up the phone line and dialing up your ISP to wretched noises emanating from the nether regions of your giant grey and beige box. You paid for Internet by the minute to load up a webpage in hopes to read new text.
People would type in URLs or search them on Yahoo! bookmarking them for later. Some pages had creative use of colour or photos that would slowly load but worth it because it was something new from far away.
It was inspiring. You wanted to learn HTML and basic tags to make your own webpage just to prove to yourself you can do it. You can host your own page on Geocities or Angelfire and people can discover your personality, hopes, dreams, and desires. A little place that you mattered and your voice was heard as many times as you refresh your page counter.
That was the little kick some of us got but then the Internet got faster and computers became more accessible. Why would anyone learn a programming language, pay for hosting, and promote their webpage when a platform can take care of everything so you just focus on providing the content.
The Matrix is a concept appropriated from a science fiction film that was released at the end of the World Wide Web. In 1999, I had no chest hair and a Voodoo3 3000 AGP. Now I have white chest hair and a RTX 4090. Time is a prison you cannot escape.