I've spent 13 years buried eyeballs deep into this Internet thing, since the days of FTP and web directories, AltaVista authority and Netscape domination, when we were all thinking of how virtual reality will replace every kind of computer interaction soon, very soon. In 1999 I went through a severe case of internet addiction, spending more than 10 hours online—mostly digging through Hotline trackers and attending mail lists of fluvial-proportion—every day. Crazy!
I've seen the animated GIF turning into YouTube video, the 14400 baud modem shrinking into iPhone 3G and the 1.44MB diskette turning into e-mail attachment.
And I still don't get it.
I have absolutely no clue whether it's a door towards perfect freedom or one that locks your mind into this intangible jail.