When I saw this picture, I was reminded of this quote by the English poet John Keats. He wanted to have it on his tombstone:
Here lies one whose work is writ upon water.
It isn't a putdown of his talents and his works. It was a statement that he thought his work would only last for a brief time.
In a way, you could say the same thing about the Internet. Here today, gone maybe in a week if not less. And it's not writ on water but on electrons.
(At one time, Keats was my favorite poet. Although I haven't read him in years, I still like his work. Also, the phrase from La Belle Dame Sans Merci -- made sweet moan -- is one of the best euphemisms for making love that I know.)