Walking home today, oblivious to the rest of the world (or pretending to be) , hidden in my sphere of in-ear plugs and music, my playlist finally reached the Passengers track “Your Blue Room”. It’s been a while since last time. But it happens everytime, strong as no other tune: I’m back in 1995. In Fredrikstad. I sit in a dark room. Extremely dirty and dusty. With buzzing computers all around me. Blinking lights from numerous modems and hard drives the only source of light. Glenn in front of his monster monitor and monster computer, named Mother (as the starship). Joakim and Daniel programming. HP complaining about living outside the city, in Rolvsøy, with poor bus connections, far away from this room with it’s dedicated Internet connection. And me cursing the hellish sendmail.cf syntax. Us trying to run an ISP. In a time when only a few had even heard the word Internet. With the Passengers album running on repeat…