And yet. . . I don't stop.
From this (link):
“We are not in an analog culture but in a digital culture. And no one really travels any more.” Instead we fly from Point A to Point B, with nothing in between. The Beats operated at a certain tempo, as the name implies. Digital is instantaneous.I remember traveling. It took time, not standing in lines waiting to have your carryon checked, not in order to be frisked and x-rayed, but standing with your thumb out on the side of a road or highway not knowing what the next few miles might bring. I remember the long, reflective hours on Greyhound buses, crossing the country there and back again. I remember making collect phone calls from pay phones in bars and restaurants and street corners, brief conversations so as not to run up the bill. I remember looking forward to the next unknown thing.
There seems much more danger lurking in the digital world, the instantaneous blow-up, ruination at the speed of light.
And still we do it because. . . it is difficult not to.
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