I used to think that what I had to say wasn't important. That the metavoices of the world is all there is. Maybe that is how it's "supposed" to be given the structure of discourse in our society.
It's only lately that I've discovered that those of us out there attempting to synthesize the world of "how we grew up" (which metamorphoses with each record or non-record of what happened) with the constantly changing here and now, is becoming an increasingly important endeavor.
With the advent of companies who's sole role is archiving net traffic and discourse (not unlike this one) as a record for future generation, the reminder that we are without a physical record (letters, books, journals - all in the physical realm) of some of our recent offerings from all over the planet is apparent.
In the future, harvesting hardrives will suplant finding the brilliant offerings in a sock drawer when auntie dies.
