There is a particular kind of quiet I miss. It lived inside IRC channels in the early 2000s, in the long pauses between messages where the cursor just blinked, waiting. You typed your reply, sent it into the void, and then you waited. Sometimes for minutes. Sometimes for half an hour. The other person was thinking. Or they had wandered off to make coffe…
Why Modern Slack Culture is Killing the "Deep Thinker"
The baud rate of empathy
