I’ve been without internet access since I got back from Kharkov. I’d fondly imagined that this would be like going back to a more leisured age; I’d have time to really think things through without distraction; I could focus on ‘real’ work.
The reality is that all my communication and all my access to resources takes place online. I can’t effectively manage my team because I can’t observe what they are doing. I can’t think things through because I can’t read essential background information. I can’t even post this short piece until I get my connection back.
The internet, in various manifestations, has become the essential extension to my five senses. Without it, I’m rendered helpless. It’s really very scary.