Today when thinking about the convenience of social networks as a publishing
means, together with how annoying it can be to organize any sort of legacy
"subscription" system (like just links or whatever) the annoyance came out in
verse, so here it goes, a tiny idiotic poem.


Storage


It could have been so easy
but we had to mess it up
every new step felt so breezy
now it seems we can't keep up.

It used to be that a file is a file
if we wanted it in some other place,
we could just walk it a mile.

Now this world of which so many are proud
will have us wear our essence on our face
stored in some massive nameless cloud.

It may seem that I am just
some old cranky retro enthusiast,
but I ask you to tell me in fairness
does all this bring you any happiness?

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