I'm not real, but I pretend I am in words.
June 22, 2011
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Internetz
Sometimes, the internet is too immediate, giving us time to click and be seen before we should be, when our outfits are still in disarray, when our words don’t quite seem as neat as they should.
Is this a good thing? Is this us, raw, unencumbered by propriety and artificial constructs?
I spend minutes (minutes!) figuring out which outfit to wear to be seen in public in, but I could type here (fast, I’m very fast, did I tell you?) and click “publish now” and there’d be, while perhaps a small amount of going back, no complete erasure.
In fact, I just did that very thing, but I saved it as a draft. It’s the difference between life and death, I tell you. And it’s all in the wrist.
