It is not a matter of profound melancholy but of shallow artificiality. Desolation is a fatal production factor, a trap one stumbles into by reckless thinking and believing in daydreams. But none of these sensations can help one brace oneself for that highly personal confrontation with the machine. Pulling the plug on the 'Net means suicide. There is no future without the 'Net, and there are no alternative scenarios left.
Nothing seems to prevent the advance of enclosures.
We have finally left the age of despair. Emotions have settled within the archeological layers of consciousness, in an age in which the history of attitudes is being recorded. Finally, telematic energy will disappear into the flatland of silence.