Google Cancelled My Email Account . . . Good

Google AI deleted my Gmail account last year without giving a reason. At the time, I said almost nothing. I lost literally hundreds of thousands of unpublished words, in the form of email drafts, self-sent manuscripts, and so on. As a hoarder and non-publisher, I was buggin. I explored the avenues of complaint. It turned out Google doesn’t have a single telephone number. After a few days of what felt like false devastation, I accepted it. I saw what it meant. Google did not own my words, but neither did I. They—the words—really don’t matter. The same thing happened to Dennis Cooper in 2016, and he gathered up a fleet of lawyers, friends of friends and insiders to write petitions and reclaim his decade-old blog. Let him stand in for anyone. We all feel emotionally attached to the archive. Everyone says they believe in dispossession, or they make complicated excuses about why the will to power should still exist even at the end of the world. But the future, if there will ever quantumly be some, belongs to clones and not personas.