TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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Durability and constancy. You can't find these qualities on the Internet, in the finite life of my laptop, whose parts I am constantly replacing. The Internet cannot be carried into bed, to have its pages caressed by a finger or earmarked in the throes of feverish thought. It merely glows from a machine approaching obsolescence, flickering with phantoms from that utopian dream of technology.
Ursula Le Guin in her essay “Staying Awake” from a 2008 issue of Harper’s:
"The book itself is a curious artifact, not showy in its technology but complex and extremely efficient: a really neat little device, compact, often very pleasant to look at and handle, that can last decades, even centuries. It doesn’t have to be plugged in, activated, or performed by a machine; all it needs is light, a human eye, and a human mind. It is not one of a kind, and it is not ephemeral. It lasts. It is reliable. If a book told you something when you were fifteen, it will tell it to you again when you are fifty, though you may understand it so differently that it seems you’re reading a whole new book."