How I met your internet - English Edition
I’d rather tell you something more fascinating, but I’ll tell you the Truth™ instead (that’s no real registered trademark). I will tell you how I met my first love: internet. I’m not Ted Mosby so I will go straight to the point, circa. The problem is that I’m not good at that, you must know this before you go ahead.
Well, I’ll start with an anecdote that’s more of a rumor, as I don’t remember anything but my mother tells it actually happened. She says that I required a print of a Dragon Ball character before I would go to school. That surely was a paper waste. And this takes us to the next story. This one is different though, as I remember it and I am an unquestionable source. The first change was that I started using the PC, with my very hands on the keyboard. I was compelled to do a lot of paperwork, searching for stuff and usually past-and-copying everything. Teachers tried to dissuade us from doing this, as they say (shily) “You have to read and know what’s in your research!”. Recently, I think, I found one of those homework: everything about the Ibex or something. You may ask, why? Why destroy the Amazon forest for such useless reasons? (the situation there is a little better lately. U should anyway read something about it).
That’s our Ibex, an essential subject of study. This photo was shoot by Luca Lorenzi.
The last stage of our journey is there: internet started becoming something common in my life with MSN. You shall remember it. It was an explosion of colours (maybe I remember things in a distorted way though), you may use the tinker bells to take people attention, asphyxiating them, and you could use stickers (before Telegram) and a lot of fonts (a lot of them don’t look so nice from a 2018 prospective, I must admit).
The beginning could have been better, and I’m not sure the situation evolved in a better one. Nowadays, I mostly surf the net wasting my time on social networks (like virtually everyone else on this planet, I know), I search for stuff to satisfy my need for knowledge on the go, and more. I even look for that questions that tormented the humankind for centuries, (like “Why do we yawn?” “Can dogs dream?”) I search for info on my city, and I take my passions a step further (for example watching music videos and orchestral concerts on YouTube). I use it less and lesser to improve my culture and who I am as a person, and I don’t like it: social networks aren’t that bad, but there’s so much more out there to be discovered.
How did you start using internet? Did you blackmail your parents? When were you capable of watching anything over that lame 144p resolution? Think about it, and wait for the next contents.
Riccardo Lucifora










