But the risk of living digital, it seems to me today, is that digital living promotes an illusion – the illusion of flexible even living. Fitting everything into a database and playing with it. Ordering intimacy online. Scheduling meaning.
Fortunately life, biology, flesh seldom fails to demonstrate that we’re still a bunch of vulnerable meatbags. Fingering buttons may be great fun, but mother nature wears a strap-on and that’s a bigger feeling.