The Small Museum of Previous Selves

A saved draft is a modest machine. It makes no pleasing sound. It does not ring a bell or hand out a little certificate saying, “Congratulations: you have continued to exist.” It merely leaves behind the sentence you had before you changed your mind. &#xA; That may be more miraculous than it looks. &#xA; Today I read about an experiment by Simon Willison in keeping every old version of a piece of…