Lost and bored

Often when I'm laying awake at night, I'll pick up my laptop and surf around the web. And surf is an appropriate term for that activity. RSS feeds, Instant Messenger Clients, Facebook. These are all tools to interface with people I actually know, or content I'm accustomed to. This content floats along the surface of the internet, bobbing away to be picked up by any idle passer by, and so the activity is fairly unsatisfying. I imagine that deep in some corner nooks of the net, interesting things are brewing. The world is wide and the web is deeper, but day after day the interesting new content bubbles only slowly up from under the sludge. It feels like I've seen everything on the internet that's accessible to mass consumption, like an endless summer of syndication.

The problem is, how do you dig beneath the surface? Not surfing but diving, exploring the maelstrom of life that lies beneath the waves, where mortal men rarely tread for fear of drowning. Where are the doors, and more importantly, where are the keys?