когда-то, бывало, нальёшь себе чай и сядешь почитать...

once, it happened, pour yourself some tea and sit down to read LJ. Maybe one long post or a few small ones, diaries and thoughts of people, from an unfamiliar biologist in a nature reserve in Kamchatka to a former classmate with business ideas. From this there was an aftertaste, a pleasant pain in the memory. It was interesting to read and write myself. Form in the content. The photos were present, of course, but mostly as part of the story, and you understood what was behind this or that picture. Then came the social networks and LJ began to die. Smartphones and page browsing ... “Pictures to attract attention” (and old-timers perplexing about them - do88.livejournal.com/264277.html) appeared even in the live magazine, and if tens of pages were hidden under the cat ( at the discretion of the author), now the bill has gone into units of lines - automatically - because well, because people will get tired of turning a finger. "The recommended comment volume is high." Twitter - apotheosis - now, if you can not put the text of several sentences, you do not look pathetic. Instagram is the primary image already. Instead of a thousand words, even on the run. And if there is a little more time, then you can pour yourself some tea and sit down to watch the video blog. Coil spiral.