I am awash in a sea of electronic signals, grasping desperately for a lifeline I wish was there. From my home to my coffee shop, even to the place I buy my toiletries, my cell phone beeps with the promise of heaven. “Wi-fi connections available,” it says, its clarion call sending me into a gleeful conniption at the prospect of accessing the Internet. As I glance at all the other people, looking just as wantonly at their iPhones, down the street or in the Target, I feel myself understanding more and more that, just as I sink from the Continue reading...