I wonder how everyone around me sits quietly at their desks for hours while I get up to go to the bathroom or get a drink of water every twenty minutes. How do they stay in one place for so long? Then I realize they are not really here at all. They are in the future at the party tonight or in the past at yesterday's football game. They are deep in conversation with significant others and in the midst of protests in Tahrir Square.
We have mastered the art of bi-location. I am here and I am not here. I am with you; I am at work. I am with my friends on Facebook; I am chatting with someone in Texas. I am diffuse and probably a little unfocused. I am not really anywhere, and I don't really want to be anywhere I am. In the future we won't die, we'll simply dissolve into the ether.