'The constant data-collection and streams of personalized advertising added injury to the insult of what was already feeling like a tight, airless social space. The internet can seem like so much light and pulses, but its effects are real. Visually and emotionally, the self you inhabit on Facebook is still a child'
We’re no longer internet infants. We can build pretty nice houses for ourselves if we aren’t busy looking in the mirror, mounted in a room where the walls are painted a gentle blue that we’re not allowed to touch.
Ello might not be “the one.” But it’s becoming clear that the teen years are upon us all, and we really want to move out.