I'm no longer sure if this is still writing. We've expanded the term far beyond handwriting, but I think I'd prefer to call my work now composing. Writing has an old mystery to it, an agony of trying to force words together in a line that makes sense when read over and over again. You can always go back, and it demands a different responsibility and shows a different facet of our humanity than speech does. Writing was fundamental to the development of capital, creating forms through which it could flow. Today writing seems a fading art, still producing the usual variety excellent and terrible work, but somehow losing relevance.

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