The Internets, in plural, is amazing. It’s full of a gazillion networks, some more connected, some less. It’s so big with endless amounts of data. I love the stories, real stories with real people and real photos and real emotions. That’s what makes a meaningful network, doesn’t matter whether it is called Facebook or Whatsapp or Instagram or Google+ or SMS or email or written letters or paintings or Wechat or whatever new fangled stuff you have. I hate the stupid meaningless viral marketing and crude jokes and meaningless drivel. I love reading Medium.com articles (of course they have some nonsense worth skipping), and beautiful Exposure.com stories, and beautiful photos on Flickr. A few years back, people weren’t so paranoid about privacy, weren’t so worried about their faces and locations and texts and ramifications. Its sad that things ahbe become this way.