So you decide to ask Facebook for your data record and once you have downloaded it you then decide to delete your account. You now have a couple hundred pages of data as your souvenir of your time spent on the network. What understanding can you get about your life from this data recuperated from Facebook? And who among us is capable of translating this data, electronic translations from our lives and societies, into any sort of meaning?
I’ve got implants on my mind today. Maybe it's due to the increase of electrical pulses that seem to be taking over my so-called body. Sometimes, I wonder if others experience this sensation in the same ways that I do. Could it be as a result of the technology that surrounds me? Or, perhaps it’s just that time of year again?