A blog launched in the flyover decade on the precipice of ‘what’s next to come’ knows what it is. It’s a link dead on arrival. In the polis, viewership populates the public square, and engagement supplies its river of commerce. Kilometres away, Desert Wi-Fi Media is a forgotten signal bouncing off the walls of an abandoned cyber town.
Here, under the neon sky, there is a café, furnished with an archive and a backroom (which doubles as motel at the reasonable rate of 20 cybersquids a week). Across the empty lot from the café, there is a post office.
You face a guidepost, fitted with two signs pointing to the same dusty café. Upon pressing ‘X’, you read:
Desert Wi-Fi (Category): These thoughts are my thoughts. These thoughts are your thoughts*
Public Void (Category): This functions as a public platform. Want to contribute? Visit the Post Office.
A ragged thesis pinned to the wooden post proclaims: THIS IS A SIGN.
*This blog is free as in water in the desert. It is an outpost along the chain of signification: its origins are the origins of all things; its logical trajectory is synthesis. This blog is concerned less with the theft of intellectual property and more with intellectual property as theft. Plagiarise me, daddy. Quote me out of context. But if you’re gonna cite me, cite me according to the MLA Style Sheet (1951), regardless of your target journal’s stylistic guidelines or Reviewer 2’s acidic words.
Desert Wi-Fi Media 