Following -1998- -

I remember the summer of 1997 vividly. You could be unreachable . If you drove from Boston to Maine, you simply vanished for three hours. No cell signal. No texting “I’m 5 minutes away.” You just... arrived. It felt like magic.

I don’t want to go back permanently. I like having the sum of human knowledge in my palm. But I miss the silence. I miss the waiting. Following -1998-

The Last Polaroid Summer: Why 1997 Felt Like the End of an Era I remember the summer of 1997 vividly

Here is the thing I miss most: The naivety. No cell signal

Following 1998, we entered the long now. Everything is recorded, archived, and optimized.

I miss when “following” just meant the next page in a book, not a metric of your worth.