Over the past few years we have entered a new age of slavery.
When a hand-held electronic communication device commands the immediate and undivided attention of the owner to the exclusion of everything else, a whole generation of owners become slaves to instant information.
What is the addictive need to be constantly in touch with seemingly inconsequential connectedness through this extension of one’s hand?
How did the newly connected actually survive before this gizmo came into their hot little hands?
Did they rush madly from pay phone to pay phone to send or recieve that all-important message? They must have wondered how they ever survived.
The addicted have become a menace on the roads as their attention is diverted from driving. The iPhone junkies are all around us, seemingly ignorant of anything going on around them.
What a sad way to go through life – totally reliant on what other addicts have to say in their ever-restricted lives. But then, I’m an old codger.