How is what the internet’s doing to children any different than what it did to Eleven and the rest of the numbered kids?
How is what the internet’s doing to children any different than what it did to Eleven and the rest of the numbered kids?
It’s clearly a mode to connect us, ground us, and it can be enlightening, and all of those things are positive as they work with the internet.
But there’s Billy, he too listens to music, but he’s missing all of that.
It’s clearly a mode to connect us, ground us, and it can be enlightening, and all of those things are positive as they work with the internet.
But there’s Billy, he too listens to music, but he’s missing all of that.
It’s a bleak landscape, it’s a nightmarish world where things are distorted and trolls lurk (demogorgans), catfish are people that resemble friends and loved ones but are nefarious…
It’s a bleak landscape, it’s a nightmarish world where things are distorted and trolls lurk (demogorgans), catfish are people that resemble friends and loved ones but are nefarious…
But what happens when technology is all encompassing? When it rules every aspect of life? When everything powers technology?
But what happens when technology is all encompassing? When it rules every aspect of life? When everything powers technology?
There’s so much there.
There’s so much there.
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Just work for an hour on Sunday, do what you need to do and forget the day.
I did that once. I guess it helped. I still don’t think I should be working on Sunday.
But is thinking about work and what I need to do the same as “work”? Am I doing “work” without realizing it?
Just work for an hour on Sunday, do what you need to do and forget the day.
I did that once. I guess it helped. I still don’t think I should be working on Sunday.
But is thinking about work and what I need to do the same as “work”? Am I doing “work” without realizing it?
I realize I’m not going to die.
The day is OK or whatever.
It ends… I work my way to Sunday.
Start the process.
I realize I’m not going to die.
The day is OK or whatever.
It ends… I work my way to Sunday.
Start the process.
“I need to do ____…”
Also me:
“It’s Sunday, I shouldn’t be working, it can wait until tomorrow”
Me again:
“Tomorrow you’re going to be so unprepared…”
Also me:
“La La La La La La, I can’t hear you”
Looming darkness and disappointment awaits…
“I need to do ____…”
Also me:
“It’s Sunday, I shouldn’t be working, it can wait until tomorrow”
Me again:
“Tomorrow you’re going to be so unprepared…”
Also me:
“La La La La La La, I can’t hear you”
Looming darkness and disappointment awaits…