A brief moment of nostalgia appeared in my mind while traversing the cultural hotpot of Watford today - I barred it nigh on immediately, mind.
It's back now though for a cameo: it takes in a recollection based upon how once upon a time, I used to use dial-up. And my Last.fm charts would only update on a Sunday. It was excitement in times of academic despair.
And now? Life updates all the time. Through the machines. Humanity doesn't wait on it, obediently, it facilitates it all the time. It gets it involved. The two, they are friends!
Another microthought of epic proportions that entered the vacuum the other day: privacy - what does it mean now? Is the new paradigm one where there are no universal standards and instead, we set our own limits according to the level of self-obsession we wish to publicly display? Has this always been the case, just in less explicit/SEO-friendly form? Is this true of my regulatory ideologies, can the concept be transfered and extrapolated to further far-reaching places?
The answer is a stonking yes.
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