The Internet Of Ghosts

The Internet Of Ghosts

I call this the Inter­net of ghosts. So often online, we inter­act in ways that are inti­mate enough to feel sig­nif­i­cant, but so dis­con­nected they’re essen­tially mys­te­ri­ous. Some­times on Nap­ster, you’d begin down­load­ing a file only to see its owner sever the con­nec­tion. For rarer files, I remem­ber this being every bit as dev­as­tat­ing as it must have been for Sam Ander­son, watch­ing these shades flit onto his screen and then, with­out a word, click away.