Everywhere you look on the internet, our footprints remain. We’re the shitposters that made the bedrock, the petrolitic dino-juice that powers online culture today. Even now, they use our jokes, imitate our memes, and sanitize or gags while squatting our our digital ruins.
Even after every mainstream site has killed us off and hunted us to extinction, the wojaks look at the treetops and imagine what it was like to crane their neck to the skies when giants walked the earth.