So tell me, do you still hate hypertext, and why should I give a rat’s ass if you do?
Mixed emotions since last night about the growth–regrowth?–of hypertext as an exciting form of literary endeavor. Excitement similar, I suppose, to discovering a great new restaurant or shoe store or singer and talking it up breathlessly to everyone you know because life is short and sharing something you almost missed yourself is what it’s partially about.
Flipped over, it becomes a case of you go your way, I’ll go mine–and isn’t that a hoot when talking hypertext and its alternative directions.
Somewhere is a compromise of let me show you this and I know you’re going to love/hate it.
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