There’s some serious irony in the ePub of Future Histories reminding me after every chapter that it’s really only licensed to me. Shouldn’t a book seeking an escape from digital capitalism let me really own my own copy of it?
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
There’s some serious irony in the ePub of Future Histories reminding me after every chapter that it’s really only licensed to me. Shouldn’t a book seeking an escape from digital capitalism let me really own my own copy of it?