You avail yourself of every shortcut. After all, you are a very busy person, but even when you are not so busy, you make yourself busy. One click. If you could eliminate just one click per day, you would eliminate 365 clicks in a non-leap year. If you could eliminate two, well, you can do the math. Keep moving. And everyone on the Web knows this. Get them to the product. Get them to the news. Get them to the heart of the site as fast as possible. Save that click.
Slow down. Let’s get existential. There’s joy in clicking. I am my finger that clicks. I am the actual personification of the electromagnetic force. From brain through nerves at the end of the finger, the force connects me to the world and the world to me. I click; therefore, I ….
It’s all about overcoming location. There you are, sitting in front of your desktop, or holding your laptop on the subway or bus or plane, or using your I-Something in an Uber car: Sitting motionless, but simultaneously in motion, simultaneously running through the Web to Ouagadougou while traveling to work. “Gotta get ‘THERE’ before I get ‘There.’” You arrive at busy street-side office building and dusty desert capital.
Slow down. Enjoy an extra click. Dwell where you are for a change. Ouagadougou will be there in the morning; it’s been there as a capital since 1441 and even earlier as a caravan wayside village.
You won’t, right? The moment you finish this you’ll be off clicking rapidly again. “Gotta get there while I’m still here.”
Okay, I realize what I’m up against, so go ahead. Divide your screens. More clicking to do. To paraphrase Dylan Thomas: The force that through the white mouse drives my travel/Drives my connection to all places and makes me, in a click, an omnipresent electromagnetic god. Off to Ouagadougou. Click.
Slow down. Let’s get existential. There’s joy in clicking. I am my finger that clicks. I am the actual personification of the electromagnetic force. From brain through nerves at the end of the finger, the force connects me to the world and the world to me. I click; therefore, I ….
It’s all about overcoming location. There you are, sitting in front of your desktop, or holding your laptop on the subway or bus or plane, or using your I-Something in an Uber car: Sitting motionless, but simultaneously in motion, simultaneously running through the Web to Ouagadougou while traveling to work. “Gotta get ‘THERE’ before I get ‘There.’” You arrive at busy street-side office building and dusty desert capital.
Slow down. Enjoy an extra click. Dwell where you are for a change. Ouagadougou will be there in the morning; it’s been there as a capital since 1441 and even earlier as a caravan wayside village.
You won’t, right? The moment you finish this you’ll be off clicking rapidly again. “Gotta get there while I’m still here.”
Okay, I realize what I’m up against, so go ahead. Divide your screens. More clicking to do. To paraphrase Dylan Thomas: The force that through the white mouse drives my travel/Drives my connection to all places and makes me, in a click, an omnipresent electromagnetic god. Off to Ouagadougou. Click.
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