Twitter went down for two hours the other day but caught some of us alive. No new messages were seen from eleven o’clock in Spain to one in several countries. The terror of the troll, the panic of the anonymous, the vital void of ‘all day’ tweeters. Two hours without a like or a retweet, which to some may feel like two centuries or two years. The company does not specify what happened, but there are those who suspect that with the mass layoffs, the controls and events are now worse. Two thousand complaints were registered in Spain in those two hours, one has to get bored and tweet to complain. Twitter is falling but the world does not stand still. “The world is collapsing and we are falling in love,” they said in Casablanca. Now we can say that Twitter has crashed and we’re pissed off. Some more than others. Theorists argue that Twitter is the global conversation.
-Hey, but what theorists do you read?
We would say then that the world was silent for two hours. We imagine a campaign manager calls the kid, the community, and tweets out what the boss just said. But Twitter isn’t going away, and the leader’s words we can’t live without are coming. Perhaps with the collapse of this social network, the rate of looking at the sea would be higher. Or to the ceiling. More reflections on who we are and where we’re going, apart from Mercadona and what we ate today. Two hours to cook or hang out, take a walk or, of course, switch to another social network. The world is what happens on TikTok While on Twitter. Perhaps this article will provoke some tweets today, the number of tweets is a widely accepted estimate as a symbol of success. Everything is back to normal and our favorite tweeters are still in good shape, sending lofty, horny or serious messages, greguerias, jokes, insults, news, leaflets or slogans. Little bird chirps and notifications are returning, distress for some, joy for others. The main motif of today.