It’s a fortnight since I scuttled my Facebook account, and I’m not really noticing it — except perhaps for:
- a pleasant quietude
- one less time-waster to log into when I should be doing other things
- I’m writing more genuine, present-minded correspondence in which the poetic part of my mind peeks out of the woods because it hasn’t been shotgunned all to hell by distractions.
There have been a couple of occasions when I realised I wasn’t able to contact somebody anymore. Oops! Ah well: I guess we weren’t really in touch.