Why I love Twitter and barely tolerate Facebook
medium.com/i-m-h-o/why-i-love-twitter-and-barely-tolerate-facebook-52a20d7a17de
From the page
Saved with the link. Notes from 2007 to 2016 are mostly the page's own words, so this is probably an excerpt.
Theres no memory at Twitter: everything is fleeting. Though that concept may seem daunting to some (archivists, I feel your pain), it also means the content in my feed is an endless stream of new information, either comments on what is happening right now or thoughts about the future. One of the reasons I loved the Internet when I first discovered it in the mid-1990s was that it was a clean slate, a place that welcomed all regardless of your past as you wrote your new life story; where youd only be judged on your words and your art and your photos going forward.