The music was new, black polished chrome And came over the summer like liquid night The DJ's took pills to stay awake and play for seven days

There's something special to the loss of promise. That's the thing most often mourned, the potential.

There was a period when information wanted to be free and the web wanted to be something that makes people better... one way or another. Maybe it would make democracy better, or bring down bad regimes. Maybe make people smarter. Maybe it would democratize education or commerce or something in some way... "heals the world."

That period is a different period for everyone... maybe overlapping with one's optimistic youth. The promise was also a different promise, for different people. Early social media. Wikipedia. FOSS.

Wasted potential is a mournful thing.