Henry David Thoreau wished to separate himself from community and society and live, for a time, alone. Not because he did not enjoy, appreciate, or benefit from his participation in it. He did so because he knew the only way to best evaluate his place within it was to live and observe it from the outside. So he built a small cabin in the woods, a brief walking distance from town, on a small pond called Walden. The land on which it was built was actually owned by his friend and contemporary Ralph Waldo Emerson. I consider both literary and intellectual heroes of mine.
It is through this lens that I have been putting a lot of (read: way too much) thought into Twitter, and my place within it, lately.
Patrick Rohne, Twalden
I haven’t been on Twitter long enough to feel the same kind of disappointment as Patrick does with its regression. It has always been a place for promotion rather than conversation, even though the conversations do take place. It’s a busy marketplace on a weekend where people are competing for attention, and in between the noise is a real conversation.
Going without Twitter is not as big of a leap for me as it would be for some.