Remember when jotting down your thoughts involved paper and a pencil (like Hemingway did with his trusty Moleskine)?
Remember when newsrooms were boisterous and pumping with action – daily, not just in the dead of one fine night when the Royal Thai Army staged a coup d’état?
Now, as the muted whir of typing pervades every classroom, newsroom and office, replacing speech, debate and interaction, I remember when. And I struggle.
(I also turn 28 today. Hence, reflection.)