I'm an educated lay-person when it comes to technology. To whatever extent I qualify (which is not much--my favorite technology is over five hundred years old), I am a receptive rather than an active early adopter. But like so many others, I arrived here a week ago for a set of reasons both idiosyncratic and commonplace. And then I stayed.
For me, printing is a distant second to poetry, a "technology" many hundreds of years older even than letterpress. And poetry is so much a habit of mind, a way of seeing, an intentional engagement with the world/language/discourse. A writer friend who declined to take my ello invite cited the effort social media demands and his desire to spend that time and effort on things that matter. I get that. But I've always found that the more I read, think, discuss, connect, share and engage, the more I create, dream, write, think, and engage. Up to one week ago, despite the fact that my visits there were 99.8% soul killing, I was still dipping into facebook, an addict looking for the fix it hadn't provided in years. Or maybe just a human looking to connect with other humans around the things that moved me.
Not everything on ello moves me, of course. I wouldn't want it to. But the space itself does, in all its goofy, buggy, utopian glory. That emptiness you talk of? That's the future opening up in front of us. A future for us, the people. Despite, and because of, technology. Not so unlike the printing press after all.