> "the palm trees were throwing summer shade onto the concrete walkways – ‘Tailor Made Office Solutions’, it said on a nearby billboard – and people were drinking coffee in Deli 32 on the ground floor. Wright’s office on level five was painted red, and looked down on the Macquarie Park Cemetery, known as a place of calm for the living as much as the dead."
Ugh, it's like wading through a New Yorker article. Less paying by the word please.
There have been plenty of terse short form blog entries about the saga, if you don't like the style of this piece you're free to close it and walk away without shitting on it.
I spent the afternoon reading this piece and thoroughly enjoyed the writing, including the flavor and detail you call out.
I enjoyed it a lot as well. This piece is a story about Wright, not cold, raw news about whethers he's Satoshi or not. Quite fitting, given that the Satoshi persona is fictive by construction...
Ugh, it's like wading through a New Yorker article. Less paying by the word please.