The Brain Still Wants a Place to Put a Story (opens in new tab)

Nobody remembers where a PDF lived. That sounds like a joke, but I am not entirely joking. Most of us can still remember where our childhood books lived. The shelf in the bedroom. The corner of the library. The cardboard box in the attic. The copy of Charlotte's Web with the torn cover. The Stephen King paperback swollen from rainwater. The cookbook stained by three generations of gravy. The family Bible with names and dates written in fading ink. Yet nobody says: "You should read the PDF tha...