Never one to miss an opportunity to ruin someone else's conversation, I interrupted.
"The web isn't peer-to-peer."
"Well, it's peer-to-peer services."
That unintentional equivocation chilled me.
Our love letters are graffiti on the walls of corporations.
Those ones and zeros reside on someone else's property, surrounded by dirt, guns, and tax.
Scott Robinson <firstname.lastname@example.org>
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