Another refactoring. More shouting into the void. Most of my words have gone onto paper, the old way. Unsearchable. Better that way, I think. The ink just sits on the page, waiting.
Still, there is always a reader, somewhere. Impossible to write without summoning one, although perhaps this is not true for everyone. My students seem to struggle to construct a theory of mind. Too much reading, too much passive absorbance. To develop a voice you have to have an ear. An ear that notices when something is off.
Anyway, another experiment. Transferred all of the gemini log entries here. No server for some time now, after they took away my public IP. Much has happened in the meantime to the intertubes. The production of feckless drivel has been automated, and the desire to speak with a singular voice is shrinking into an infinitesimal. We are just trying to write like the machines now. The godawful hurry continues.