Telling somebody the other day what I actually did when I lived half my life online, I realised that my experience of the www is almost exclusively social. In the last ten minutes, I've laughed with happiness at an unexpected email, and been moved by Tom's everyday story of Saturday, skies and beauty. This rambling, undirected story is about as far from a pub conversation or earnest late night chat as you can get, but it's closer to the real, deep Tom than either of those. That this medium encourages stories that touch is wonderful. And maybe that's my cathedral, right there.
Telling somebody the other day what I actually did when I lived half my life online, I realised that my experience of the www is almost exclusively social. In the last ten minutes, I've laughed with happiness at an unexpected email, and been moved by Tom's everyday story of Saturday, skies and beauty. This rambling, undirected story is about as far from a pub conversation or earnest late night chat as you can get, but it's closer to the real, deep Tom than either of those. That this medium encourages stories that touch is wonderful. And maybe that's my cathedral, right there.