I am sitting alone with my iPhone, writing this entry. Feels like there is no one around for miles and miles. All I can hear is the hum of the fridge and the wind (across the fields) outside. All is so simple and elegant to write this blog entry. And yet the tryanny of missing someone and of all that goes with the situation gnaws away at this otherwise peaceful day. Maybe distracting myself with the available technology is the answer. Francis Fukuyama, in his ‘End of history’ thesis, almost goes so far as to say the craving for VCRs and the like was what brought communism to its knees. Could this be the end of ‘me’? Is this the limit to what I will become? If I give you up and all that I believe and wish for, I fear the worst.

Why – in the thick of this socially wired world – is there no one to talk to? I am condemned to scroll the screen of this phone up and down, all it takes is the lightest of touches…