Hearing the little voices

Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t look around once in awhile, you could miss it. Ferris Bueller was right but in the time that has passed since 1986, things have changed.

Nowadays we worry so much about life moving past and missing something, that we obsessively watch everything that happens, on multiple digital platforms, concurrently. Ironically, spending more time observing than actually taking part. It could even be argued that observing, commenting and reposting the actions of the few by the many is the new taking part.

Of all these platforms which relish quantity over quality Twitter, is probably the most real time of them all. Where every type of visual and written media has a place. This is great and has resulted in making Twitter a very busy place with links to this or that, taking the user here and there. There are promotional and marketing mentions at every turn but (to me) the charm which created the platform, seems little more than a lingering ghost.

The idea of following the thoughts of my friends and the people that interest me is an intoxicating idea. But I’ve found (over time) that when diluted, that magic flickers like a old memory. That’s why I invented Little Voices.

Little Voices is a very simple Twitter client. It might remind you of the Twitter of 2007. But for me, this isn’t a nostalgia trip. Little Voices removes the links, images, retweets and replies. So what you’re left with are the little thoughts of the people you follow. Disjointed, obtuse, yes, but somehow intriguing when collected together. The reason I follow the people I follow is because I hope that they might have something to say. A thought from them, not a retweet of what someone else said.

It’s not for everyone, clearly, but I like the little thoughts about ketchup or origami, the little voices. That’s where the magic is for me.

I didn’t promote or talk about Little Voices when I released it but it’s been getting some press so I thought I’d explain my intent.

Little Voices was invented by Charlie Gower and built by Tim Murison

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