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"Look again at that image board. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you mire, everyone you troll, everyone who's ever rustled your jimmies, every tripfag who ever was. The aggregate of our rage and lulz, thousands of confident routines, suppliments, and steroids, every lifter and runner, every goal body and cam whore, every creator and destroyer of threads, every mod and newfag, every basement dweller, every curlbro and powerlifter , hopeful newbie, broscientist and fit girl, every helpful trip, every troll account, every “superstar,” every “supreme aesthetic body,” every athlete and fatty in the history of the board posted there – on a mote of data suspended in a network.
The Board is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of tears spilled by all those trolls and camwhores so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one board of this site on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other board, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to enrage one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position on the internet, are challenged by this point of pale light into the basement. Our website is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cyberspace. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that girls will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.