Sometimes I wish I grew up in a time when computers weren't so central to our lives. There's a romanticism to searching for a book in the library, a mysterious comfort to picking up a newspaper rather than a mouse to get the morning news. The internet makes life so much easier, but so much less rewarding than from the simple effort we used to put into writing letters. The internet has made living vicariously the only way of living. It keeps us from discovering real life for ourselves; the textures, the smells, the thrill of the find, the adventure real life has to offer. The search for simplicity is rewarding. I find it in the rain.
