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March 13, 2026
the internet has rotted my brain
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For the past five or six months I haven’t especially liked any of the books I’ve read and, perhaps subconsciously, this has led to a current situation in which I’ve basically stopped reading books. (I'm sure I'll start again soon, but then again not so sure.) Instead I read slop on the internet. What it feels like is the internet has rotted my brain to the degree that I no longer feel like reading books. Yet it also feels like the internet has rotted the brains of all the author’s I’m reading (since I mostly read contemporary writers) to the degree that they’re no longer able to write books I find worth reading. A classic chicken vs egg type problem.
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For the past five or six months I haven’t especially liked any of the books I’ve read and, perhaps subconsciously, this has led to a current situation in which I’ve basically stopped reading books. (I'm sure I'll start again soon, but then again not so sure.) Instead I read slop on the internet. What it feels like is the internet has rotted my brain to the degree that I no longer feel like reading books. Yet it also feels like the internet has rotted the brains of all the author’s I’m reading (since I mostly read contemporary writers) to the degree that they’re no longer able to write books I find worth reading. A classic chicken vs egg type problem.
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A poem by Jacob Wren
March 10, 2026
the hubris that glows
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A house of cards. A paper tiger. A palace built on sand. A machine for telling lies that will someday be brought to light. A race to the bottom. A world historical moment. A situation that is entirely volatile. The end of an era. An opening or possibility. A time to be afraid. A time to make the rich afraid. A time when everything starts crashing down. The wisdom that no empire lasts forever. A Goliath absolutely certain David doesn’t stand a chance. The knowledge that hubris leads to a fatal misstep. The hubris that glows with stupidity. The stupidity that is simply another name for malice. A shift in the global balance of power. A wishful thinking that might also become possible. And death after death after death, a new way (and the old way) of seeing the horrors of forever.
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A house of cards. A paper tiger. A palace built on sand. A machine for telling lies that will someday be brought to light. A race to the bottom. A world historical moment. A situation that is entirely volatile. The end of an era. An opening or possibility. A time to be afraid. A time to make the rich afraid. A time when everything starts crashing down. The wisdom that no empire lasts forever. A Goliath absolutely certain David doesn’t stand a chance. The knowledge that hubris leads to a fatal misstep. The hubris that glows with stupidity. The stupidity that is simply another name for malice. A shift in the global balance of power. A wishful thinking that might also become possible. And death after death after death, a new way (and the old way) of seeing the horrors of forever.
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A poem by Jacob Wren
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