Against Summary
The machines will summarize anything now, instantly and adequately. Which is exactly why the summary is the wrong thing to want.
The machines will summarize anything now, instantly and adequately. Which is exactly why the summary is the wrong thing to want.
It took a power outage to show me what a single task feels like. Notes on the afternoon the router died and the mind came back.
I was wrong about the Kindle, twice. A decade-late reckoning with the device I swore I would never own and now own two of.
Somewhere under the feeds, the old web is still there: sites made by one person, updated when they have something to say. Field notes from the quiet web.
Powers writes the ocean the way other novelists write childhood. A review of Playground, a novel about coral reefs, computation, and what we drown.
The feed has no last page, and that is the whole design. On endings as a form of respect, and why I want my reading to run out.