I remember the summer of 1997 vividly. You could be unreachable . If you drove from Boston to Maine, you simply vanished for three hours. No cell signal. No texting “I’m 5 minutes away.” You just... arrived. It felt like magic.
Following 1998, waiting became a glitch. Google was founded in September 1998. The iMac dropped in August of that year—translucent blue plastic promising that technology didn't have to be a beige box in a dusty office. Suddenly, answers were five seconds away. Music fit in your pocket (shout out to the original Rio PMP300). The friction of life was being sanded down. Following -1998-
Looking back at media produced before 1998, there is a relentless optimism. We thought Y2K was a technical glitch, not an existential dread. We thought the internet would be a global coffeehouse, not a global colosseum. We watched The Truman Show (1998) and thought, “Wow, what a creepy concept,” not “Oh, that’s just Tuesday on Instagram.” I remember the summer of 1997 vividly
Here is the thing I miss most: The naivety. No cell signal
What do you remember from the year before the noise? Let me know in the comments—but I’ll probably reply tomorrow. I’m still in 1997 mode.
Following 1998, we entered the long now. Everything is recorded, archived, and optimized.
I don’t want to go back permanently. I like having the sum of human knowledge in my palm. But I miss the silence. I miss the waiting.