These are places, but only in the extreme abstraction of electronic impulses and silicon bubbles. Creations of a will and a click, they are, in the old terms, literally u-topias, no places at all. This is why I think there is a new scholarship on Dewey and other thinkers, such as Nietzsche, whose thought emerged in the midst of another painful transformation, on the cusp of a wilderness journey. It seems to be our best, maybe only, option. Ordinary language analysis will not help us in this fix.
Postmodernism is the intellectual's accommodation to the problem.
Marxist politics is moribund. Some find solace and hope in religion. Four single mothers who were members of the congregation were left with no one to care for their children while they tried to earn a living. But Dewey, lacerations, stigmata, and all, fighting his own predilection for premature system and the allure of the literary culture of the lost, insists upon life. No, better, upon living, the impulse of movement, of being underway to Being in Heidegger's terms, of the back and forth of doubt and communication.