For a long time I’ve used an acronym, PRE, to encapsulate my sense of humanity’s relationship with the greater world: People Ruin Everything.
If you are old enough, you may remember the excitement of the early Internet days (understood here is a sort of ‘general use’ sense of the ‘net: if I were being scrupulously ackurit I’d specify ‘WWW’ — this in contradistinction to ‘early Internet days’ being understood as, say, the years when the Arpanet, et al. were growing in use): even though early (mid-1990s) websites were fairly crude, there came a bracing breath of limitless possibilities for knowledge sharing, and all kinds of Commie stuff like that there. It was, or sure was going to be, a brave new world.
So I don’t wonder why I am retreating more and more to paper books. When I open them, they open: I don’t need an account. They don’t beep at me. They don’t track me. No videos start playing. When I put them down, they stay down. The writers don’t find me and bug the living shit out of me.