In the corner of the internet we built—our little ThinkMyTime bunker with its hand-rolled reflections and late-night arguments—we used to mistake the silence between posts for breathing room, used to believe that if we just sharpened the sentences and kept the nerve, the world would keep meeting us halfway; but the numbers came back like a pathology report and they weren’t subtle: the audience didn’t drift, it evaporated, as if … Read the rest