{D} 110: being online as a heist

community as vault, the meaning of group chats, and how to finish projects

I miss the time when the internet wasn’t always on.

That’s really what I like about letters. About e-mail. This thing I’m writing here feels—or can feel, at times—like it is disconnected from the great, whirling, giggling gyre of the internet. A letter of one’s own, with friends occasionally dropping by.

Makes me think about that time, about thirty years…