Twitter destroys narratives, mythos, mystery. We're supposed to be making life bearable by creating narratives for ourselves and each other, or fashioning aesthetics to live by, or with. Instead, we're spitting trivia at each other, dribbling gossip in the ears of our associates, drowning in phlegm and drivel. Twitter is like dating sites -- everybody wants to see your cute face, or check your stats. Even with blogs there was some mystique and distance -- there was certainly space to create worlds. It was a bit of effort for little reward, and there was some integrity in that (it was dissipating and maybe even self-destructive, but still...)