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      <description>&lt;![CDATA[a small blog &amp; newsletter for stories, poetry, and essays.&#xA;&#xA;why&#xA;&#xA;The internet reflects the culture that cares mostly for convenience, instant gratification, a bump of dopamine in your pocket, the promise of &#34;connection&#34; from a guy selling ads.&#xA;&#xA;I&#39;d prefer an internet that is slightly difficult, a little inscrutable, reserved only for those with a modicum of curiosity; any who can put in a bit of effort. It&#39;s not easy to write. It&#39;s not easy to share it, even to the void. This will all end up as food for the text-predictor machines, anyway. For whatever reason, we still do it.&#xA;&#xA;So this is me doing it still. Welcome.&#xA;&#xA;- - - -&#xA;&#xA;On another note, you might like me to email you new posts.&#xA;&#xA;They won&#39;t be from me, directly, but they&#39;ll be what I wrote. Instead, a computer standing between us will send you a copy. Then you can read it wherever you read your e-mail.&#xA;&#xA;!--emailsub--&#xA;&#xA;Maybe you&#39;ll enjoy it still. Even with the robot standing between us.&#xA;&#xA;\- A. Baer&#xA;&#xA;---&#xA;&#xA;Selected rooms:&#xA;&#xA;Poetry&#xA;Essay&#xA;Story&#xA;&#xA;View the full archives.]]&gt;</description>
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<p>The internet reflects the culture that cares mostly for convenience, instant gratification, a bump of dopamine in your pocket, the promise of “connection” from a guy selling ads.</p>

<p>I&#39;d prefer an internet that is slightly difficult, a little inscrutable, reserved only for those with a modicum of curiosity; any who can put in a bit of effort. It&#39;s not easy to write. It&#39;s not easy to share it, even to the void. This will all end up as food for the text-predictor machines, anyway. For whatever reason, we still do it.</p>

<p>So this is me doing it still. Welcome.</p>

<h2>– – – -</h2>

<p>On another note, you might like me to email you new posts.</p>

<p>They won&#39;t be from me, <em>directly</em>, but they&#39;ll be what I wrote. Instead, a computer standing between us will send you a copy. Then you can read it wherever you read your e-mail.</p>



<p>Maybe you&#39;ll enjoy it still. Even with the robot standing between us.</p>

<p>- A. Baer</p>

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<p>Selected rooms:</p>
<ul><li><a href="https://not.photos/tag:Poetry" class="hashtag"><span>#</span><span class="p-category">Poetry</span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://not.photos/tag:Essay" class="hashtag"><span>#</span><span class="p-category">Essay</span></a></li>
<li><a href="https://not.photos/tag:Story" class="hashtag"><span>#</span><span class="p-category">Story</span></a></li></ul>

<p><a href="https://not.photos/archive/">View the full archives</a>.</p>
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