Hoai
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i genuinely believe warpcast has a shot at changing social media.
i've been testing anything i could get my hands on since i was a teenager. back then, i was sold on the idea of having full control over my data. with age, though, i’ve become a little less idealistic.
i still remember 2014, when ello.co came out. it made a lot of noise, and i wanted to believe. i was super active. some of my posts even went viral. it felt like it had potential. but then it pivoted into an artist-focused platform and quietly faded away.
what i love about warpcast is how diverse the content is. dev talk, memes, art, tech, travel, it’s all here. and while the feed doesn’t feel as curated as twitter or instagram (maybe just not enough volume yet?), there’s something else: people are actually enjoying it. not chasing incentives. not pretending. just showing up and vibing.
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
“The Second Coming” - William Butler Yeats, 1919 1 reply
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