modern fragility
I now have a file on my computer called "thesis.doc", and I cannot tell you how perilous everything has suddenly become. I have saved it to four different external drives, sent it to all my gmail accounts and uploaded it onto my webserver, and I am still paranoid that my room will spontaneously combust, google will go bankrupt and shut down all their mail servers, and the internet will be annihilated by the CIA. and I have only written 2500 out of 30,000 words so far.
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