It took me over 10 minutes to realise what I was doing.
.. and then 1 second to reprimand myself, and two more to log myself out.
It's often the time that you don't count is so enjoyably endearing.
To say this is the most widespread illness today is an understatement.
It's a protection, from the wretched eyes that follow you everywhere from bus depot to milk depot.
It's freedom not to look back when walking on an empty alley.
It's the safety at the end of the line-up at the movies.
Or is it, once you consider the carbon blueprint you just scattered your favorite ether channel?
Your chosen music channel, neatest social gossip corner or the virtual outlet which don't ask twice while you window surf for hours.
What is the cost you pay for all these made-to-order and deliver-at-home niceness?
Or is privacy a product sold by default.
I know most of us won't even blink trading fingerprints for a cool swipe.
Or a voice for a lady friend for all weather. That may give way to text analytics.
Or simple location for better graphics in the map... or choices in the market.
Because what better before you walk into the mall, and all sweaters are sized for you!
There's a cost of personalisation, and it's okay if some are okay to pay it.
But once everybody's defaulted to give in, to a larger lion, lone rabbits die alone.
So I enjoy my guilty pleasures till my last two seconds of reality hits me,
and we all loose in a game that shows to win, but makes sure you pay enough.
.. and then 1 second to reprimand myself, and two more to log myself out.
It's often the time that you don't count is so enjoyably endearing.
To say this is the most widespread illness today is an understatement.
It's a protection, from the wretched eyes that follow you everywhere from bus depot to milk depot.
It's freedom not to look back when walking on an empty alley.
It's the safety at the end of the line-up at the movies.
Or is it, once you consider the carbon blueprint you just scattered your favorite ether channel?
Your chosen music channel, neatest social gossip corner or the virtual outlet which don't ask twice while you window surf for hours.
What is the cost you pay for all these made-to-order and deliver-at-home niceness?
Or is privacy a product sold by default.
I know most of us won't even blink trading fingerprints for a cool swipe.
Or a voice for a lady friend for all weather. That may give way to text analytics.
Or simple location for better graphics in the map... or choices in the market.
Because what better before you walk into the mall, and all sweaters are sized for you!
There's a cost of personalisation, and it's okay if some are okay to pay it.
But once everybody's defaulted to give in, to a larger lion, lone rabbits die alone.
So I enjoy my guilty pleasures till my last two seconds of reality hits me,
and we all loose in a game that shows to win, but makes sure you pay enough.
