(Warning: this starts trivial and then gets sad pretty quickly. Sorry.)
I wrote this (on my blog, I imagine) in 2017, when I’d been on Twitter for ten years. It’s now substantially longer than that and, as I write this update, we’re in the midst of what might be the final descent into chaos for the platform (but that’s almost certainly wishful thinking. I don’t have any insider knowledge but I won’t be betting against Elon and his newly-streamlined bro army).
Anyway, at the point I wrote this post, I’d tweeted 46,000 times. At one minute each, that’s a…
