It’s been two months since I posted The Oppressive Metrics of Being Dug.
(As I type this, Doug, the near-perfect 90s cartoon, comes on in the background. Synchronicity is not just an album by the Police).
In those two months, I have not reinstalled Facebook on my phone. Same for Twitter. And honestly, I feel amazing.
Two months ago, I was thinking a lot about Prince and Melvin Udall. Since then, I’ve read Infinity Gauntlet, which, in 1991, anticipated the heightened anxiety of the coming digital age:
What if we’re not meant to know of all comings and goings? What if we really can’t bear the pared-down omniscience the social graph offers?
What if we’re mostly built for the relationships we have in person and the few we’re able to maintain through intentional communication? What if our social feeds are slowly overwhelming our ability to be human in the ways that truly matter?
