Every generation is a secret society and has incommunicable enthusiasms, tastes, and interests which are a mystery both to its predecessors and to posterity.
A society is defined not only by what it creates, but by what it refuses to destroy.
I turned off the phone, dumbfounded. How had this happened? How had we managed to speed through all the stages of an actual relationship almost solely via text message? I’d gone from butterflies to doubt to anger at his name on the screen, before we even knew each other.
Article: “R We D8ting?”. New York Times. July 24, 2005.
Once we started relying on computers and networks to interact, we lost contact with the concept of physical decay and the process of aging. Instead an analog time span where things just sorta fade away, we have the almighty delete button. With the press of a button, content can be erased leaving virtually no evidence behind.