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"How will we stay in contact?" You might have thought the year was 1800 and I was to be transported to Australia, for my country's good, for, my country's good, far outwith the reach of the incipient postal system, and too far for an afternoon "drop-in".

The year wasn't 1800. It was 2021, 31st January, and I was leaving Facebook and, for the first time in its history, the next month, Facebook would record a fall in the numbers of its subscribers. I was jubilant. Now, if Facebook can be described (and it is so described by its founder) as a "frictionless" experience, there can be little doubt that transportation to Australia is about as frictionful an experience as one can imagine. But how much more frictionful is it than quitting the good Book?

This year, in September, I compounded the grievous act of folly that is the decision to quit FB by nearly drowning in a marsh, the result of which was that I lost my bicycle, my shorts and my mobile telephone. Whilst many would see the purchase of a new phone as an indispensable part of modern living, I decided otherwise. I decided to edge my lifestyle back in the direction of ... 1800, cancelled the number and proclaimed the act by reasoning publicly that my clients cannot be so witless as to be incapable of contacting me with just a telephone number and an e-mail. I said, if that proves too difficult a hurdle, it is perhaps better that they go to someone else.

I have a LAN line and those who know me can easily find out my address. The idea that one is isolated as if on a desert island in 2025 without the tools of "progress" is asinine. But, contacting me is not a frictionless process. If you want to contact me, you have to want to contact me. And that means that my life, not yours, is calm, peaceful and pleasant. Just like life was for those who remained behind in 1800.

https://endlesschain.substack.com/p/a-street-named-progress

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