I feel like at least some of what gets communicated through Twitter reads to me like inner speech. The mechanism of Twitter seems to draw what might otherwise have stayed inner back into the uttered world. Maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe that’s part of the fascination–to feel like we’ve got a line into the running thoughts, observations, commentaries, and discoveries of an eclectic crowd, fragments of discourse that might otherwise never crystalize in language.
I was actually searching for the book titled “Drop that knowledge” when I discovered this post. A bit dated, perhaps, but resonate so well with it. To me , it is a like log of journey through the web of my own mind and some times a group mind.