The number I'd always assumed for my own reading speed turned out to be off by a wide margin.
Readers have been leaving grumpy notes in books for as long as there have been margins to leave them in.
The economic metaphor gets the shape roughly right and the mechanism completely wrong, which matters.
The gap on the calendar below has an explanation, of a kind, and it isn't a dramatic one.
A short note on the specific despair of the unfinished middle, and why it is not, in fact, useful evidence of anything.
The dull, practical reasons a plain website still beats every platform I tried instead, none of them idealistic.
No organizing theme, on purpose — just the passages that stayed, copied out roughly as Locke would have wanted.
Public libraries do most of their real work as a piece of civic furniture, long before anyone opens a book.
Not the vague loss people invoke, but a specific, describable kind: the loss of a choice the author didn't get to make…
A partial, embarrassing inventory of the systems I've adopted and abandoned, and what finally worked instead.