It finally happened. The great semi-purge of twitter verification for accounts who refused to take the Twitter Blue pill. Apologies for the mixed metaphors, but it somehow feels appropriate at this time. Twitter in many ways is like The Matrix, full of people who insist there is some deeper value to it, or that it is in fact a worthwhile version of reality.
That can be a correct reading. Without Twitter many social movements of the past decade would not have swelled to the heights they reached. Many injustices would have slid below the radar as they so often do when powerful people don’t want something to be known.
All of that can be true, and so can the assertions that, in the direction it is going, it is ripe for misinformation and disinformation to spread as rapidly as revolutionary ideas did in the Arab Spring.
Maybe we are in the Matrix now. This moment is a complex web of ideas and philosophy that are so muddled it is only interesting to teenage boys, or maybe, just maybe, we are Sneetches on beaches. I find that philosophical art that is made for adults is often very wide and very shallow. If you want the heart of the matter you have to explain it to a child.