Technofragile

Is the Price of Instant Gratification Adulthood?

Over the holidays, a strange and funny thing happened. There we were in the car, my partner and I, trapped in a tiny traffic jam on the main road of the town where we grew up and our parents still live. Now, I remembered a shortcut from my childhood days but it lingered at the edge of my memory, not quite coming into focus. I grunted, frustrated. She said…