A little while back, Nicholas Carr wrote “Mass media reaches its natural end-state when we broadcast our lives rather than live them.”
But what happens when we have nothing left that really worth broadcast? What happens when we’ve been broadcasting our lives for so long, that we haven’t lived anything worth broadcasting?
I’ve spent the last week unplugged, living life rather than being a spectacle. I’ve spent it with real people, doing real things, and living in real space rather than realtime. And despite all my adventures and follies, the only thing I have to broadcast about it is that I don’t really have anything to broadcast.
What does it mean when you can slip away from a world so briefly, forget it so quickly, and then have such a hard time relating to it again?