Jeff Tietz demonstrates why this unlikely form of communication, which I once derided, acquired a kind of poetic narrative through time. He takes persiankiwi and lays it out in one day. That's what we've tried to do with our collective, constantly up-dated tweet-file. It reads like a stream of constantly shifting consciousness. It is a kind of journalistic pointillism. And from a distance, it gains heft. It is history rendered in the collective, scattered mind, and it has never happened before - millions upon millions of tiny telegram messages sent to the entire world.

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