Somewhere, behind a pile of sub functions and syntax rules, he knew it too. I felt like a person who has just dove out of an airplane. Gravity was pulling me down and there was no turning back now. Every head in the bar turned towards us. The Vodka Woman disappeared like smoke.
Technology is an institutional crutch.
Whenever something doesn't work computers become both a scape-goat and a savior. When something doesn't work they blame the computer. We don't question the machine. We question ourselves. It allows them to invade your life to the point you can't take a shit without waiting on hold.