Remember the old story about the plan to sell ads on vinyl records in the gaps between the tracks? It never happened because the crackly silence turned out to be an essential part of the LP experience. I’m on a train with the world’s information sliced and diced into 500 pixels in my hand. But looking out of the window is still the most rewarding option.
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Shortly after this post my laptop expired, blessing me with even more space and calm than expected :(