My attention span is too short for Twitter. I use it, of course — I’ve got around 1,200 tweets to my name. I can’t keep up, though; I don’t have what Warren Ellis termed “a 21st century brain.” Watching Twitter, it takes too long for conversations in the stream to become apparent for me to keep paying attention.
I’ve been telling people for the last few years that we’re becoming an archival culture. Everything that makes up who we are as a people is being recorded, can be publicly retrieved.
Twitter runs counter to that theory. Sure, as a company, they’ve got every tweet ever. But most of them aren’t accessible very far back. Unlike blogs, or YouTube, or whatever, Twitter is a place where information once again decays.
Recently, I saw two of the people I follow tear each other apart. The argument was abrupt, vicious, over. Like the atomic wars. Except without any lasting impact. Within a few hours of the argument, it was impossible to decipher from the background tweets. By now, much of the conversation can’t even be
All of that anger, fire, hurt… gone now, like tears in rain.