by Kelvin Smith
Soshull Meeja is supposed to make the private public, for no well articulated reason. The only totally private things we know are about ourselves, and they are unpublished and unpublishable.
We make a move in real and cyberspaces and are tracked in both; our membership of groups and networks is known to more than other members of the clubs we didn’t choose to join.
Content is detached when visible to others, and writers cannot ever reconstruct all previous versions, unlike the state and its servers.
The new mechanicals are smart enough not to tell us everything they do.