Paul Miller knows. He did it.
From a piece in the Verge...
One year ago I left the
internet. I thought it was making me unproductive. I thought it lacked
meaning. I thought it was "corrupting my soul."
It's a been a year now
since I "surfed the web" or "checked my email" or "liked" anything with a
figurative rather than literal thumbs up. I've managed to stay
disconnected, just like I planned. I'm internet free.
And now I'm supposed to
tell you how it solved all my problems. I'm supposed to be enlightened.
I'm supposed to be more "real," now. More perfect.
But instead it's 8PM
and I just woke up. I slept all day, woke with eight voicemails on my
phone from friends and coworkers. I went to my coffee shop to consume
dinner, the Knicks game, my two newspapers, and a copy of The New Yorker. And now I'm watching Toy Story
while I glance occasionally at the blinking cursor in this text
document, willing it to write itself, willing it to generate the
epiphanies my life has failed to produce.
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