Our plethora of connective devices are not a Commons in the center of town. We can smart mob our way toward each other, meet in the farmer’s market or at the peace rally or a swap-o-rama or the fist-waving crowd at the palace gate.
|By: Rev. Billy Talen Saturday June 5, 2010 10:42 am|
Everybody wonders if we’re running out of time. No-one knows what a social movement would look like. We’re texting each other madly. We’re gathering at borders and shouting at surveillance cameras. We always feel just a bit too far away, around the bend, ten feet or a hundred feet off. The point of power is elusive.