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All the Smart Intrusions: Death by a Thousand Cuts

We can’t pretend it’s okay when it’s not

This is not about Taylor Swift’s song. This is about living with electronic devices, motivated by yet another unsolicited email.

This one isn’t so bad: Photos of Taipai, Dubrovnik, San Francisco skylines… I linger on Cape Town because half of the frame is mountains. Inexplicably, I tear up.

Far from the madding crowd.

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I used to adore traveling into the thick of humanity. Now, I’d rather go on a long walk, look at the creek rise and fall, write letters that require stamps.

I’m not afraid of other people or a terrorist attack. I love learning about other cultures and trying new things. This major shift toward solitude is recent.

Am I experiencing early onset of crotchety? Am I a recluse in late-bloom?

So Many Symptoms, (Seemingly) So Little Choice

I’m tired of the Noise. Not only the sounds, but the screens, even the tactile: I resent having to touch my devices in all their neediness. The icons, apps, taps, platforms…