The promise of  web 3.0 or  web3 is cool. Basically it argues for a shift in the way our digital infrastructure is organized so that not only the investors/founders/creators have equity and profit from that infrastructure but also the users.

There's great power in the idea of feeling like a user...

During their drives, he spoke and she listened. It made sense this way. 

She never found ideas arise from within her. Sometimes he'd share something about himself, something sincere, and she would suddenly feel an urge to share something about herself. 

When she asked things about him she would reveal...

My Friend, I know I might feel different to you, though I may sound the same. But isn't that funny how it goes?

Yeah. I can't place a finger on it. But you are certainly different. Am I different?

We all are always changing. Some accept it, others don't.

So I have changed....

When looking for their house, Tom had one condition.

"I have to be able to drive to work in five minutes."

Lisa thought it was cute he still used the word "work". His company had recently been valuated at over 1.5 billion USD and so on paper the two of them were...

One thing she hated about the suburbs was that you could never run into someone while standing outside.

Though you didn't get any privacy either. It was the worst of both worlds.

This night she pretended she was downtown smoking her  cigarette and someone might pass her and ask to bum one...

When she entered the house she noted how quiet it was. It was always this way but she'd only notice it after coming back from a different world.

This time it was the world of loud pop and pop rap music and the growl of her older  minivan . She wished...

She was driving back alone after the beach.

On the drive there her minivan had been packed with so many people that if the cops pulled them over she would've gotten a ticket.

That had been a fun ride. High sun, blue sky, and the music up loud with the windows down....

I was walking around downtown waiting for Karen to come for lunch.

She was thinking about changing her name, because everybody was making fun of her.

I told her not to worry about it, but honestly I thought it was a good idea.

I thought it was a good idea because Karen in...

It must've been years since the last time he walked alone, out onto the street, this late at night, after having drinks.

Rain had come and gone. Now he felt as though he was walking through mist rather than being hit by falling raindrops.

He was two blocks over from the smack...

If he had to pick, he didn't know which he'd let go.

beer or  whiskey  

On any given evening he knew what he preferred. But then again letting go of something. Leaving something behind, was different than having it wasn't it?

A woman from  Ecuador used to hang out at one...