POSSE. Webmention. ActivityPub. AT Protocol. Fediverse. IndieWeb. Micro.blog. Bearblog. Pika Pulse. /now page. /uses page. Discovery feed. Own app . Own icon. Own font.

Same rats, smaller cage, better lighting.

Killed a man Tuesday. Checked his oil, packed a lunch, drove three hundred miles to do it. The boy looked like his nephew. Same jaw, same stupid haircut.

Wednesday he kissed his daughter on the forehead. Told her to be good. Meant it.

No animal forgives itself. It just eats and moves on.

He needs God, a flag, and a stranger with more stripes. Three lies stacked on a fresh grave.

Friday he is at his daughter's recital. Claps loudest.

AI flooded the internet.

Google broke search.

Company poisoned the river.

Pharma knew, shipped anyway.

Parliament voted.

Fairy tales. A man did every one of those things. With a name, a face, a paycheck.

Doctor says six months. Your opinion was five years.

Prayer changes nothing. Morphine does.

You argue with your father about it anyway. Right up until he stops breathing. You were right.

He is dead.

Heart stops. No referendum.

Bella doesn't know she is humiliated.

Sweater on, box ready, camera rolling. Confused face. Laughing. Share. Forty likes. Love you Bella.

In nature, predator kills and eats. Clean. Honest.

Bella gets something worse. Alive, dependent, no exit. Dressed up, laughed at, photographed daily. Death would be more honest.

You call it love.

You read, you write, day after day. It either entertains you or not.

You can read every fact that exists about food and human biology. All of it. You will order your pizza anyway. You can see all the data that random corporation extracts from you. You will open Gmail anyway. You have stances, ideals, and all that shit. On the surface. In words.

You cry about the semantic web presented over 27 JavaScript files and broken HTML. You write about a book you read yesterday and one you will read tomorrow. Maybe split it with a banana cake and a picture of a bird.

Your 2000-word deep analysis of some fictional character from the latest TV series is safe. Costs nothing. Nobody will punish you. Nobody will argue. Nobody will read it.

Including this.

Last week, Frenkie left X. He joined Bluesky. He wrote an essay about it. Kept the account "just in case." Frenkie is now free. He can write about climate change. His first manifesto from his new MacBook. The temperature in the room is good. The air conditioner works, delivered just yesterday by Amazon delivery.

Life is good.

His next piece is an essay about digital minimalism and independence. His minimalist platform allows him to post his piece over email. The essay is perfect. Ten language tools smoothed every edge. All good, loading frenkie.privacy@gmail.com and sent. Published. Job done. Frenkie can continue to scroll through other helpful videos about freedom and humanity.

300 000 years. The same brain. The same performance. Different costumes.

It's futile.

Technical issue on the website. Emailed after midnight. Morning got the answer and the fix. Source: https://bubbles.town/ Try this with some corporation. If you are lucky and waste like an hour on their website cluster, you may find some contact form. The answer will be the ...

Few months ago Cloudflare introduced Markdown for machines:

As a business, to continue to stay ahead, now is the time to consider not just human visitors, or traditional wisdom for SEO-optimization, but start to treat agents as first-class citizens.

Feeding raw HTML to an AI is like paying by the word to read packaging instead of the letter inside.

You get HTML, trackers, cookie banners, popups, and JavaScript. This needs a browser built by thousands of engineers just to show you a paragraph.

Machines get the clean version.

Someone invented human.json protocol. A protocol for humans, about humans, to make the web more human. In JSON. Braces, quotes, colons, commas. Needs a parser to read it.

Meanwhile Google shipped Open Knowledge Format for AI agents. Markdown files.

The people building the human web chose the machine format. The machines moved to the human format.

Web browsers are not document viewers. They are customer acquisition channels for massive tech ecosystems. They don't serve users, but corporations. AI features, VPNs, crypto wallets, and countless of other nonsense.

Markdown, on the other hand, is a public good. It would empower writers to publish their words independently. It would strip out countless CMS systems, frameworks, trackers, and ads. All those things where the money sits. Markdown is practically anti-platform. It's simple.

Why implement simple Markdown when there is already a bloated PDF viewer and you can play AAA games in a tab, or generate images in some chat window? Markdown is an alien in that world.

Not supporting Markdown in a web browser is a choice. That choice tells you exactly who the modern web is built for.

I can open a feed aggregator, click 20 random links, and close them one by one without reading a whole title. My brain does a fast check on the shape and style, filters it out, and trashes it. Everything is sterile. Zero pulse, no risk. Nice grammar, nice syntax, dead words...

Feed readers and aggregators often permit the import and export of a web feed list. Typically in a single dreadful XML format. OPML - Outline Processor Markup Language <?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?> <opml version="2.0"> <head> <title>Minimal w...

The cabin. No signal. Chop wood, carry water. Birds and trees.

What a romance. Exactly as in that 20-minute video. The premium edition of the internet trap. The off-grid fantasy like a dotfile with mosquitoes and a septic tank.

Nature is not a therapy. It's expensive and physically punishing. The office is boring. The wood is boring. Winter is long. A frozen pipe and a septic tank backup at midnight in minus twenty. Unprepared in the office, you lose a job. Unprepared in the woods, you lose a finger.

Just you, insects, weather and the same brain that drove you there.

At least the internet is warm.

It started as exploration. Chats, forums, ICQ. Joomla to WordPress. Windows to macOS to Linux to OpenBSD. Small break in Plan 9. Old ThinkPad and netcat. IRC, Gopher, scripts, HTML. Someone in a Battlefield game chat figured it out a decade ago with "get a life." We knew. Th...

4 web feed formats: Leaf - 9 lines https://unstory.eu/leaf.txt https://unstory.eu/ unstory --- https://unstory.eu/wio/ 2026-06-19 # I love leaf file Sharing my **leaf** of https://unstory.eu/ with the world. The world is not the same. RSS - 15 lines <?xml version="1.0" ...

Peasants are usually lazy, so their text feed can be too. Example of lazy peasant minimal leaf file: https://example.com/leaf.txt https://example.com/ Example --- https://example.com/src/xqj.txt https://example.com/xqj/ --- https://example.com/src/urd.txt https://example.co...

Look at the sheer absurdity of it. A man sits in a chair and shouts because some millionaire kicked or threw a ball. Another waits for a multi-billion corporation to tell him what his phone will do next year.

Do people realize it is not real? That it is just business? Simulating missing belonging with a logo on a machine or a t-shirt is a fake party. There is no tribe, just your wallet and attention. You buy the excitement. You pay to feel part of a pack that does not know you exist.

This theater is annoying to observe.

Feed readers typically just need some basic styling and typography on top of plain text. They don't need to deal with HTML, and they don't need <channel><item>, brackets, version, namespace. Just a person's name and shared thoughts. The whole XML structure is poi...

One of the default "auto modes" for writers is the RSS feed. They want to share their writing somehow. Plenty of writers don't own a domain name, but somewhere on their site sits a clunky RSS file in XML format. A horrible-looking file. If you have never seen one and feel li...

Simple things, especially in tech, are not popular. Some may be used silently behind the scene, but they are rarely visible or promoted. The reason is simple. It's impossible to create a business around them. You can't create an industry around a plain text file. There are n...

I feel like I am the last peasant on the internet. I have been online for two decades. I already opened some websites during that long period. Most of the time, I find the "about" page starts with a position in a work. All those senior managers, product whatever, team someth...

Shopping, traveling, health, entertainment, news, weather, games, celebrities, money, food, tech, AI, sports, music, movies, memes, fashion, cars, pets, relationships, dating, fitness, cooking, beauty, home, DIY, education, crypto, politics, travel, vacation, viral challenges, celebrity drama ...

Such nonsense. The internet is full of this crap.

People should smoke more. There is nothing better than a cigarette on my balcony. Cigarette smoke as a filter for all the stupid things people do.

There is such a phenomenon, people are constantly going somewhere. They pay so much for their houses and apartments, yet nobody is at home. It's probably more common in cities. Roads full of cars, constant movement. They drive, walk, or take a bus. They never arrive. Otherwise, they would not do the same thing the next day.

I have no idea where they are all going, only that they will never reach their destination. And one day their bodies will just fall off.

Is any channel worse for communication than a contact form? Maybe a postcard when you don't know the address.