A Few Words About Your Local Datacenter

Just a reminder that your local author, the one that lives in your neighborhood, does not consume all the drinking water. Your local author does not run diesel-powered turbines all night. Your local author does not contribute materially to the loss of land, or the enrichment of the already-rich-enough. Your local author is not buying rare books, chopping off their spines, reading them, and then discarding the rest. Your local author is not injecting themselves in all your devices, your appliances, your television. Your local author is not reading your email, harvesting your data, selling to conglomerates. 

Your local author is not treating you like a product.

Just in case you had doubts.

🧩🦏 

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