My internet generation has a ton of (aching, bruised) muscle memory for communicating and reading in several windows and apps across a couple of devices simultaneously. The new silence has my muscles twitching, yelling that we’re being lazy. Waiting for my muscles to learn peace. I read a thing the other day saying that the drop-off in new Twitter users is down to the fact that it’s now so loud that it’s lonely.
Yesterday was a night of sushi and sake with my daughter, and today I’m watching the last of this summer’s butterflies flit across the garden. Fat bees sail the lawn at blade-tip level like ageing galleons. Here I am, still just watching the world go by.
Think of it like rubbing painkillers into the internet.
(Note written 21 August 2015)