Could we please go back to the version of the internet patched together by chewing gum and goodwill;
the domain of the well-meaning, Aloha shirt-clad, neck-bearded hippie;
the time of the lady poet-engineer who wrote spanning tree protocols and prose to match them;
where the only thing you had to do to connect to other humans was to be "capable of sending and receiving packets";
where we share spare GPU cycles to search for extra-terrestrial life or to run HPC workloads for curing cancer;
where the internet was wild and unstructured and embryonic and so full of potential and life and --- I'm not sure - vectors? paths? possibilities?
At which fork or trunk or change did the current slop-enshitti-net emerge?