On the public commodification of privacy

is there anything that we do in private that we don't do in public anymore? Privacy itself has become a public commodity. What of true privacy, our selves in relationship to ourselves? Can we think about what we do in private anymore? Do we even know what we do? We already know how new technologies are affecting us socially, but what of our personal, interior world? Maybe the fears we have about our privacy have less to do with who is stealing our credit card information and more about a desire that is very old. We want to know, and we want to be known. At the same time, we feel exposed in all this transparency. We want to hide. Is there any place left to hide?


The passion for roaming means a love of masquerades and a hatred of home
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