I’m sitting on a balcony, physically quarantined from the rest of you, in between sessions of connecting with friends and family through the number of voice chat apps (the likes of which are rejoicing the beginning of an era built for them) when it occurs to me this isn’t the future I want. No, not a future of forced quarantine… but rather something likening itself to a voluntary version; a world where everyone is working, learning, caring, connecting, being, remote.
The first week, sure — I was caught up with having time for friends and family. Since then, well it’s…