I love my smartphone’s high-tech tricks. They’re convenient time-savers. But mostly, if I’m being honest, it’s because they give make me feel like I’m living in a world that was still science fiction when I was a kid.
I may have clicked on one or two of those baits, or a few, or too many. But I’m still waiting for that promised earth-shattering revelation.
Ah, the joys of walking the dog… You get to meet all kinds of folk—like the goddess of love and the god of the sky. Oh and a 100-kg hunk of man-made high-tech science goodness at 933 million km distance.
The cheery image of humanity projected by social media selfies isn’t an attempt to fool us into believing in the contentment myth; it’s how we want to see ourselves.
Sartre famously wrote that “l’enfer, c’est les autres”: hell is other people. But I’d rather suggest that “other people” are both hell and heaven. Strung between community and individuality, the umbilical cord of identity is a tenuous one.
Some quirky math conjures up a time machine of sorts, letting you look at the world through the eyes of someone who may be more like you than you think.