A realization came to me the other day as I meandered along the shore of Washington's Hood Canal: I miss not knowing things.
I miss wondering how something works, what a certain animal does and why. I miss the curiosity inspired by the history of a person, place, or thing. It doesn't live in me like it used to. I no longer piece together my own observations and knowledge to ponder an answer, nor turn to another person and ask, "what do you think?" Instead I reach for the digital Encyclopedia of Answers and gaze dully into the crystal rectangle until I find my two-dimensional, effortless answer.
If I'm lucky enough to get that far. More than 75% of the time I look to the slim brick of unlimited knowledge and disputable facts it distracts me with abstract versions of the very human connections it steals from me, and in less than 5 seconds I have already forgotten what it was that I wanted to know. Not only has the device crippled my skills for critical thinking and imagination, it has severely shortened the lifespan of my very thoughts.
I loathe this device, this resource, this tool, yet I have taught myself to believe I cannot function without it. Must I surrender to this blunting of my brain? Is this addiction now a way of life?
This is my entry for the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
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