It’s 11:40 PM and I hear small feet running down the hall. Followed by light crying. I get up to find Jane on the toilet going potty. I ask her what’s wrong.
“I’m not hungry.”
A quiet field journal of digital archaeology. Reconstructing a life from 25+ years of digital traces, with occasional help from ChatGPT when things get weird or surprising.
It’s 11:40 PM and I hear small feet running down the hall. Followed by light crying. I get up to find Jane on the toilet going potty. I ask her what’s wrong.
“I’m not hungry.”
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