I did something last night that is increasingly strange for me: I sat on the couch and read a book. An actually collection of pages printed on dead trees. And after several years of consuming everything on an iPad, I was surprised how good it felt.
But progress marches on and ebooks are here forever. And the ebooks we have now are nothing compared to what’s coming down the pipe, including this new innovation some are calling “sensory fiction.”
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