For under 2 grand, I can buy a laptop with unfathomable levels of compute, powered by chips made of resistors so tiny they operate under different laws of physics. For just a few hundred more, a hard drive that stores more documents than I can write if I wrote 24-hrs a day for the rest of my life.

Yet, note taking apps charge ten bucks a month for life, for compute located 300 miles away, storage I don’t need, and sync-and-share abilities I already pay for.

What a silly time to be alive.