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In the end, to move through the world is to experience encounters that constantly pass us by, and to brush up against moments that we are not able to save other than as an unreliable memory. The increasing popularity of apps like BeReal that capture those moments—rather than try to contain and display them—seems to reflect an embrace of life’s flee... See more

I stopped looking at my phone because I was looking at something else, something so absorbing that I couldn’t run away. That’s the other thing that happens when you fall in love. Friends complain that you’re not present or that you have your head in the clouds; companies dealing in the attention economy might say the same thing about me, with my he... See more

I think that every writer should have a question they can ask that there is no end to the pursuit of. Every writer should have questions big enough and pressing enough and multi-faceted enough and unanswerable enough that they occupy their entire life, however long or short it is

Michelle Boulous Walker, in her book, Slow Philosophy , equates the slow as a beginning way of thinking toward complexity, a passion with the world that can determine a kind of responsibility. Walker argues for a kind of dwelling in order to innovate.

Maybe the goal is not _the _New Internet, but a series of internets that live alongside a more mainstream, lackluster counterpart. As opposed to a monolithic archipelago these internets could be thought of as autonomous island nations that users jump between. Some of these islands will provide things that others can't. Some will have trade lines an... See more

I find for myself that my first thought is never my best thought. My first thought is always someone else’s; it’s always what I’ve already heard about the subject, always the conventional wisdom. It’s only by concentrating, sticking to the question, being patient, letting all the parts of my mind come into play, that I arrive at an original idea. B... See more

Nothing is entirely detritus. It is all in service of you. The great improv dance of life’s back and forth sambas and pirouettes and the tears and handfuls of hair in quiet desperation as we keep rising to face whatever unseen stalks out of the murk. That is what makes this whole blue marble dice roll worth it. The chance to conjure something meani... See more