Reminds me of Beethoven writing Für Elise for sometime he loved, and when he was rejected, the music was finished in such a way that she could not play it.
I'd prefer paper, but having moved so many times I just can't bring myself to own hardcopies unless I know someone who would like the book. So it's E-reader unless driving, then audiobook.
To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. "Can I interest you in the chicken?" she asks. "Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it? To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
I'm not sure how many people can relate, but this is a thing.