The Internet doesn’t belong on your head
Google belongs in your pocket, where it can be put away during appropriate times: dates, funerals, the front of lines at coffee shops. It needs to be something we can choose to ignore, a feat that will prove to be much harder when you’re wearing a link to the Internet.
I’ve penned numerous stories in defense of going analog over the digital, yet my first reaction to a menial-yet-memorable event is to reach into my pocket for my phone and document the same moment I’ve already captured with my eyes. I’m plugged in, I’m Johnny Mnenomic, Neo, and The Lawnmower Man all in one; two-thirds Keanu Reeves with a sallow exterior and thinning hair.