Below is an extract from a poem by Charles Bukowski written before the arrival of social networks and hand-held devices. Maybe he’s got a point.
now it’s computers and more computers
and soon everybody will have one,
3-year-olds will have computers
and everybody will know everything
about everybody else
long before they meet them
and so they won’t want to meet them.
nobody will want to meet anybody
else ever again
and everybody will be
a recluse
like I am now.
(From, this flag not fondly waving)
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