Internet access could be found at the local library, but it was only open a few days a week, a few hours at a time. On the right side of this photo you can see a guy on his laptop, sitting in the flower bed, using the library's wireless. My cell phone didn't work either, unless I stood right in front of the fire station, and even there it would lose calls during fog.
I'd forgotten what it was like to not be so constantly and immediately connected. I remembered things like writing letters, found myself holding onto thoughts longer, until they started turning pages, instead of peppering them away with a press of the "send" button.
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I forgot that feeling.
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