Ya he dejado claro que no me gusta Twitter, y hoy he leído un artículo en la revista Time que opina lo mismo que yo:
Like any good pusher, services like Twitter don’t answer existing needs; they create new ones and then fill them. They come to us wrapped in the rhetoric of interpersonal connection, creating a sense that our loved ones, or at least liked or tolerated ones, are electronically present to us, however far away they may be. But I can’t help wondering if we’re underestimating the countervailing effect: the cost we’re paying in our disconnection from our immediate surroundings, in our dependence on a continuous flow of electronic attention to prop up our egos, and above all, in a rising inability to be alone with our own thoughts–with that priceless stream of analog data that comes not from without but from within.
You can already get Google and YouTube and CitiBank on your phone. Now that you can Twitter from your phone, there’s no longer any reason to look up at the world around you.