Open Page, v 1.1

There’s talk about how it’s gone. There’s nothing left but the falling stars or rotating N of an un-resolvable host. It’s hard to believe, given that it seems to have embodied everything that the ‘new’ internet represents to me. Still a little wild and untamed, but almost desperately so – trying hard to give the finger to their new corporate neighbors.

Like everything else on the web, it spawned imitators, but they always seemed to fall short.

Where have you gone Goatse? The world’s a little colder today.

At least we’ll always have our mirrors.

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