Love Quote by Sean Booth

Calling the Internet a body with “heart disease” is a deliberately unglamorous metaphor: not apocalypse, not sci-fi takeover, just the slow, preventable failure of a system that can’t circulate what it needs to stay alive. Sean Booth’s image works because it shifts the conversation from “innovation” to infrastructure. The problem isn’t that the Internet is dying; it’s that it’s being made sedentary, clogged by the stuff that’s easiest to pump through it.

“Arteries” suggests pathways built for flow: discovery, weirdness, frictionless exchange. “Clogged” points to the opposite of the early-web fantasy Booth’s generation grew up with - not open corridors, but narrowing channels. Think platform consolidation, algorithmic choke points, SEO sludge, surveillance capitalism, paywalled gardens, spam, bot traffic, and the dopamine treadmill of feeds that keep you scrolling rather than moving. Heart disease isn’t a lightning strike; it’s accumulation. That’s the subtext: the Internet’s sickness is gradual, boring, and incentivized.

As a musician - and especially as someone associated with experimental electronic culture - Booth is also diagnosing a creative ecosystem. When attention is monopolized and distribution is mediated by a few corporate valves, art doesn’t just compete; it gets filtered into sameness. The metaphor quietly mourns an older net where niche communities could breathe without being immediately harvested.

“Kinda” and “pretty soon” keep it conversational, almost throwaway, which is part of its sting. The warning isn’t delivered like prophecy; it lands like a friend noticing you’re winded walking up stairs.