Connections. Elusive and present at every turn. That is the thing with this new reality: even though we are no longer physically connected, we are communicating. The communication is intense–faces filling up my screen, phone buzzing at all hours, emails within emails within emails–and while the communication is often convoluted and bewildering, it is constant.
In the movie Ralph Breaks The Internet, the characters move through the wires and out into the great World Wide Web. Their little bright blue lights shoot down from the video game, through the wire and out into the expanse of the internet. I feel like that when I sit down to write. As soon as I click “publish” I feel like my words fly through the wires and out into the great beyond; my words find your eyes and we connect.
I am not a fan of my new relationship to my digital devices. It seems that my phone & my computer are never out of arm’s reach…and if they are, when I return to them, the “catch up” is enough to elevate my stress to levels that make me think the disconnect isn’t worth the cost of the reconnect. But I also cling to the connection that these hold. In our new world of isolation, the connection is all predicated on the digital.
I know that the time will come when I will know that disconnecting means connecting. I will put my phone down for dinners with friends, leave it in the car at a concert and silenced in my desk when I teach. My family will return to our “screen free” hours and days and I will forget my phone more often than I remember it. But for now, the connections are purposeful and I am grateful.