Hey there.

I haven’t had Internet, nor cell reception, in my new house. It’s been 40+ days.

Here are some thoughts.

I’m nowhere near casual or zen when it comes to being disconnected from the world. But I’m curious about it.

I equally love and detest the isolation involved.

Of course, it’s impossible to do certain things anymore if you’re not online.

Work, for instance. Well, work mainly.

The rest somehow fall into place.

There’s quiet.

I read more.

I watch old(er) films stored in hard drives.

I listen to mp3s!

Do we need to dis-connect to be able to find connection?

Do we need to lose the thing (we’re looking for) to find it?

I’m pissed at my cell provider, and yet, grateful for the gift of silence and a strange connected-ness that’s come about.

Whenever I need to call someone or google something, I step outside and I meet people, I say hi, good morning, how are you?, really hot today, eh?

Community in the making.

I notice the quiet within, the bustle outside, and I wonder about permeability and how enmeshed with the world we are.

Not in a good or bad kind of way.

Can you keep being you if the world is just out there and you’re right here?

Where do you end, and where does the world begin?

How much of it do you allow in, and how much do you need to?

Of course, I already know that the second I’m back online, I’ll download and store any precious files in my cloud. Maybe even print some of it.

I’ve watched Station Eleven, I know the drill: I’m stocking up on batteries, radios and things to read.

And keeping my people nearby.

Love,

Elena