Attempt not to Vomit

I’m in a Google Doc that Wax is editing, watching a cursor scroll and hop as he writes, seeing how he constructs sentences and reconstructs his thoughts, structuring things… all in real time.

It feels somehow invasive, but not for any reason I can understand. There was a time when I was embarrassed by the idea of people watching me writing as I went, but I think Google Wave forced me to shrug that off a little. When you see everyone making their mistakes, it’s a powerful reminder that we all make them.

Somehow, the most pervasive feeling with all of this is that I am living in the future, shoulder-surfing from thousands of miles away.