The networks are restitching our broken world. They bind us together in times that seem to be blowing us apart. The networks give us new ways to talk to one another, just when conversation seems to grow impossible. She looked at me as though I were selling snake-oil. After all, she hadn't experienced what I had.
Literature means nothing.
Life is a clean slate. All meanings have to be forged from scratch. My friend was right, of course. No one needs a new technology. We can't feel any need for things we've never experienced.