On Extraction
The best sites and apps are the ones that do one thing exceptionally well.
They don’t try to be everything for everyone. They don’t clutter your brain with noise. They’re often fast, clean, and simple.
And because of that, you actually feel good after using them.
They serve a single purpose — and they serve it perfectly.
by Kyle Vallans, Why I love the simple internet
This is it. This is the horror. The scam. Extraction. Not metaphorical, not digital—psychic. A vampiric economic ritual performed with VC blood contracts and methamphetamine smiles. Web 3.0 is a pit. A shimmering trap disguised as freedom.
Where Web 1.0 was a raw frontier—code scribbled in basement notebooks, explorers riding dial-up ghosts—Web 3.0 is a luxury cruise run by data leeches. It’s not building. It’s bleeding.
But then I stumble into Bear. Not a platform. A back-alley zine party for the disillusioned. No algorithm, just ink and breath. I’m wandering, eyes bloodshot, brain buzzing from caffeine and pixels, when I land—220 pages deep—on something real.
A human signal in the noise. I feel it: Not the drain. A lift. Wonder. Curiosity. The unhinged hum of discovery.
That’s a rare feeling these days. That’s the good stuff. The untainted frequency.