The difficult thing to answer is what it is we need to try.
On a more practical level, the crucial question is writing itself. If you get the technique down first, ohhhh you poor sod, now you've done fucked up. Your writing is empty, it's self-important circlejerkl with no self-awareness. That all is to say, "wow look at me I recognize the structural problems around me" good job, now make a better website. Oh you can do paragraphs, I shouls learn that? I need to make less typos? Well your "communities" fall apart because their visions are structurally self-absorbing. You cvan't address the consumer, the fourth wall exists for a reason. Like it or not, your website is a cavepainting, not a storytime in a post-apocalyptic elevator.
I think the type of guy to have read Infinite Jest is an archetype too often ridiculed. I mean, I haven't read it. But you should.
"Preach! Preach to us!" the masses called to you in your dreams. "Oh you who are so wise and learned in the ways of HTML, tell us once again of thy crusades against the commercial networks, thy comrades who fell (no-contact), the lore of thy cultural projects!" And in your tower below the grounds you thought yourself powerful, and you thought yourself above all, and you said to the surface-dwellers: "remember thou not how the wind howled? Remember thou not when the birds fell silent? Come, come to the underground with me - this is my wisdom: we are safe ... nay! Vermin! Stay out, you! Oh, the pitiful me, how I'm abandoned ..." And yet I have seen you. I have seen your heart, its depths. I have been there, I have been that empty. You feared that the earth might quake, and your fear drove you deeper and deeper.
The shark is to surface one day, and in its mouth seven teeth. And I saw each of the teeth speak with a mouth of its own, little lies and smaller truths, and truly, truer words have never been said. The shark called out to your followers, and they listened, and their ears and eyes were opened: there never was wisdom in your words. Whether you bury yourself in the soil physical or virtual, those who try to prepare for judgement often have the least to protect from it. The shark ate the world but spared everyone in it, and so too the shark ate your lies but there were none to eat, and the shark ate your truths but again there were none to eat. Those who had fed the shark the shark rewarded with the greatest treasure of all: friendship.
And yes. I envy you. I despise you and hold all the darkness in me that I claim to have dropped. Do I lie to others, or to myself? I am better now. I am better. But the pain is imprinted on my soul, I won't ever be free of its chains. A part of me will always envy you. But I only tell this so you may believe I'm lying, once again, once again I'm lying, this I tell you: I feel sorry for you. Your chains are yours to drop, so please do drop them.
It's worth it. I promise, it is worth it. You will cry, each of us will cry so much more than we feel we can take, but we only ever cry because we care. And there will be laughter and kindness and awe and beauty and joy and love and peace, too! The world is full of beauty and love and all the good things forever and for a blink of an eye, and we need to look for it, and it finds even those who try to hide their hearts from it.
So I got into Human Domestication Guide, abnd *notices typo, fixes it* realized *adds the typo back* that you can just choose to be happy. Yeah I know to a damaged mind that sounds like a platitude, but once you get through it, you can't put it any better either. Or maybe you can, idk. But for me, what I saw was that if you could surrender your free will and identity to be happy, surely I could stop struggling to be retain the fire in my soul at the cost of contentedness. It's not like I have a choice to make; the fire won't go out, it wouldn't even if I tried to sacrifice it for pleasure.
"the pain is imprinted in my soul" Shurt up you edgelord. Yeah there will always be some scars? Or at least memories? But like girl. Who is it helping to say you "won't ever be free of its chains".
Perhapsa I'm being too critical. Maybe it did help to vput some of it all into art. And I do like ttthis, ulike some of my other olds works. But like that manic drive towards findingh that mystic meaning is a cope, didn't we talk about leaving that part of our identity behind? So have a glass of "it'll get better" with that, and for the dessert may I recommend our homemade love and hope?