An internet scrapbook with a shuffle button. (They're the best things...!!)
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The argument that the advent of the Internet somehow marks a Telecom Year Zero after which nothing will ever be the same can be made only by ignoring the actual history of literature. Look at Kafka’s obsession with telephones; or the way the phonograph, for Bram Stoker, mirrors the vampire as a machine for bringing the dead to life (or, conversely, storing the living in dead form); or at the obsessive attention Samuel Richardson’s Clarissa is forced to pay to ink and desks and messengers.
Everything good needs time. Don’t do work in a hurry. Go into details; it pays in every way.
Our failures are our stories; I say tell them good, tell them sparingly, but tell them.