Part 1: The fate of print…

I think I’m reconciled to the idea that I belong in the last generation of writers and readers on paper. Indeed, what I see is no mere generational gap, but a sea change, one simply too radical, too stark, too quick, too inexorable to allow for any sentimental hopes or illusions. And among the life forms lying utterly helpless in its path is something especially dear to me, the newspaper– for that matter, the entire paper species. In fact the point of no reprieve has long been crossed, such that no kinder choice remains than the very ultimate one: accept, adapt, or perish.