What defines this era of the internet? A sense of doom, maybe – technofascism and brutality, a loss of control, an inability to grasp what we’re entangled in. And yet, we attempt to make sense of our precarious positions, to wrap our heads around the place we’ve ended up in. It feels like discourse is always attempting to catch up. There’s an acute desire to untangle the complexities of the contemporary internet, but the deeper you go, the more lost you seem to get. Nothing seems to accelerate more rapidly than the internet, and to write about something that is in constant flux feels contradictory – is writing not an act of crystallization, after all?