I wrote this story in 140-character chunks on Twitter in two long sittings, in March and in June. It required a different way of writing.

It's a kind of nonfiction poetry, where you can't directly develop a major idea and have to insinuate it, sculpt it with tiny arguments.

(You can read the first draft of this essay at twitter.com/BobbyHayes. The Stranger is at /strangerslog. I post regularly at /paulconstant.)

Learning how to write it was fun. It was play. And there are very few times in life when play is not a good idea.

From Paul Constant Reviews Twitter

Found through ed_dirt (on Twitter) through Amanda Fucking Palmer.


If you want to complain in my presence about Twitter, you should probably read that article first and think about it a bit. I welcome complaints about Twitter, but I just won't believe you've thought about it until, you know, you've read articles like that. Which I suppose is a way of saying, "Oh, you didn't know that already? Huh. I've known for ages."

Mind you, I think there's plenty of room for the next revolutionary fad to add more to whine about to the internet.