i have hundreds of little 3×5″ notepads which I used to write everything in, before I got a Handspring Visor and then later an iPhone – index cards, and then text files scattered everywhere. I mourn lost files, even from years ago. they have the spark of potential – they have their own lives in a way. Like switches waiting to be turned “on” and new realities unfold that had ben enfolded within

i have hundreds of little 3×5″ notepads which I used to write everything in, before I got a Handspring Visor and then later an iPhone – index cards, and then text files scattered everywhere. I mourn lost files, even from years ago. they have the spark of potential – they have their own lives in a way. Like switches waiting to be turned “on” and new realities unfold that had ben enfolded within

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