Masala got got, then restored, but the whole affair simply served to remind us that we need to communicate – to share sound & ideas – in spaces we control. Places where years of
content community-building won’t be deleted by corporate whim.
Think globally, upload locally, tunnel downwards. Rig the submarines. Sink deep. In a post-search mediascape whose senses will we rely on?
YOU. Your content. Your grandma’s chain. Cycling off into the darkness… check it:
“web 3.0: the grand retreat back to our own servers”