Twitter-ruinen

Near the fish-smelling Sudreyri, a village of 300 in the Wild North-West of Iceland, in a secluded fjord streaked with ashy glacier streams (from the nearby dying glacier of Drangajokull), lie the Ruins of Twitter. As opposed to the bone fossils, the Ruins are not a way to save data. They are a monument of the Death of The Internet. A cluster of sounds and infrasounds in an empty fjord, attracting whales and scattering cod. In the server dome, tweets are recited by a mechanical voice - in real time. The server hangs, creaking, from a pulley system, hovering over an interior salt water lake. The Dome's shape and the water help the acoustics. The Dome is streaked by ribs with a system of ossicles that vibrate in tune with the tweets. The vibrations are carried through the tensioned ossicle wires. They hit an ossicle wall enveloped in atomized icy water (a cold mist). The bony, sharp ossicles etch recordings of the tweets. Men and women, in search of lost tweets, huddle in the cold mist, with headphones and record needles. Digital archeologists in full gear index hundred year old tweets. The lower area of the ice library is slowly melting. Through canals dug in the heavy concrete base, the twitter streams form a data waterfall that opens towards the Arctic Ocean, in a whale-full bay.