The poor I know inhabit a distinct universe from computers. There is no point in entering a virtual world when you are being kicked out of your basement apartment and have some cab-driving experience. Then there's the idea of place . That's why they have addresses. Their houses have a certain smell, their children wear mismatched socks and they do or don't allow their daughters to wear lipstick.
People drop in unexpectedly.
There are people at their deathbed. They know their neighbours even if they hate them. Their neighbour lets his pitbull run loose and they have to hone their diplomatic skills rather quickly. This is good . I wish I could escape the sense that fewer and fewer people have lives in this local sense.