We try to tame the World Wide Web by giving it names. Web 2.0, Web 3.0. But what does this achieve?
Does it stop it’s expansion? Help us understand it? Does it change anything? Does it define anything? How do we define something that is constantly in flux? Constantly evolving?
This short story is told through the eyes of a girl who reflects on the city she inhabits – the Web – and how a man in a black suit came down from the clouds one day, and tried to name that which was unnameable.
See my story on Cowbird here:
o*my*godfather 
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