What I Learned From the Internet's Never-Ending Graffiti Wall

A few million years from now, after the last ashes of the Collapse have settled, I can only hope something like Your World of Text will have somehow been preserved. You know, just to really mess with whatever alien race shows up to gut this rock of its last remaining elements.

Here's how it works. Anyone can scrawl on the thing. (I just did. Twice.) It is part PostSecret, part YouTube comment thread, part bathroom-stall confessional, part chalkboard, all Id. Tragic. Poignant. Gross. Disturbing. Redemptive. Wildly nonsensical. It's basically the Internet and the entire spectrum of human emotion, all in one editable scroll that stretches past the horizon. Or past the lowest of the lowest of the low. Whichever you prefer.

Welcome to the great line journey. In my first five minutes, I've learned many things. For starters, that people are into drugs:

I ONCE INJECTED 3 MARIJUANAS

I USE NEEDLES TO FILL MYSELF WITH DRUGS

I AM THE POPE OF DOPE

That people hate other people:

KILL RORY KILL RORY KILL RORY

MATT I NEVER WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOU AGAIN UNLESS IT'S IN THE OBITS YOU SON OF A SANDWICH.

That people just like being plain foul:

SEVERE RECTAL WOUNDS

That Asimov did not know jack shit:

THE FIRST LAW OF ROBOTS IS DIE. THE SECOND LAW OF ROBOTS IS EAT BACON.

That there is no up:

DAY 24: THE WAY IS LOST. THERE IS ONLY DOWN. I HAVE FORGOTTEN MY NAME. I HOPE TO FIND A NEW ONE WHEN I REACH THE END. I FEAR THERE IS NO END. I FEAR IT GOES FOREVER. IF YOU READ THIS, TURN BACK WHILE YOU CAN. THE ONLY WAY FORWARD IS THE WAY DOWN

That at the end of the day, people are flat out bummed and pained and alone:

NO ONE'S AROUND. THIS WILL BE MY FINAL MESSAGE TO THE WORLD. I LOVE YOU ALL. BUT I'M TIRED. I CAN'T DO ANYMORE. FAREWELL. 

How will you leave your mark? Submit.

@thebanderson