…l haunts me. Sometimes I wake up, skin sweaty, fingers twitching out phantom #DeleteDriveCo tweets. In the end, the DriveCo board and I just have to accept that we might never know what happened to those women, no matter how many of them tell us exactly what it was.
… she was, legs long enough to reach the ground, drinking espresso martinis with a couple of friends. I watched her from afar, like a Palantir drone watching weddings in Yemen. Eventually she stepped up to the bar and I sidled up alongside her, like a Palantir drone sidling up to a wedding in Yemen.
…ou know what you’re doing. But this isn’t for Google. This isn’t for Facebook, or even for Spotify. This is for the companies trying to cargo cult an architecture that they don’t understand the value of, because people keep promising that it will cure them of the woes of coordination.