I finally have a name for a feeling/need I couldn't place: a mix of nostalgia for lost futures + unease of outsourcing our thinking + the strange state of knowledge work + the fear that AI will actually work excellently. I call it Zettelkasten Hauntology. More in my new letter:
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The Zettelkasten Hauntology
I'm writing a letter after more than two months.
Mainly because too much work happened, all wrapped and surrounded by hideous heatwaves and longing for rain.
This album makes for a great reminder of...