A tiny little bitch: I dislike my naivety. I was dull enough to believe only Tumblr had a problem with people refusing to attribute the images they find to their points of origin. But searching through money art today, I discovered the problem is pervasive across the Web. I’m finding sites that are nothing more than endlessly scrolling albums of pictures. No commentary of any sort. No attribution. Is the Web turning us into a society of fucking cave dwellers who tell stories through pictographs? And here I mistakenly thought the one thing that elevated humans above other animals was the ability to codify language and use it to communicate through printed words. It is obvious I’ve spent the past two decades sleeping under a fucking rock like Rip Van Winkle. Maybe I should draw a picture so everyone will know what I mean. How do I draw Rip Van Winkle? He wore a funny hat, right? Fuck fuck fuck.
“Is the Web turning us into a society of fucking cave dwellers who tell stories through pictographs”
Yes.
