Row after row on the other side of the bus is lit by milky white and pale blue of computer screens. Row after row on the other side of the bus is full of people on facebook.
I heard this story second hand. A friend of a friend was using Facebook when someone tagged them in a photo. They weren’t in this photo, but their parents were. Their parents had died while they were a teenager. They didn’t really ever get to know their parents, but this photo showed them when they had been young, when their love had been new.
A few weeks after I heard that story, someone posted a photo of Doc and me. Some of my extended family only communicate, only know each other, through facebook. Facebook has given me a family.
Every time they do something I don’t like, every time I think about it too much, I think I should quit. Whenever I think about saying good bye to it, I remember this story, and my own experiences, and then I stop going through the process of removing myself from Facebook.