This is the quote from Gibson I used in class today, to expand upon CyberReader’s discussion of what kind of place the internet or Facebook is.
It is a way now, approximately, of being at home. The forum has become one of the most consistent places of her life, like a familiar café that exists somewhere outside geography and beyond time zones.
There are perhaps twenty regular posters on F:F:F:, and some much larger and uncounted number of lurkers. And right now there are three people in Chat. But there’s no way of knowing exactly who until you are in there, and the chat room she finds not so comforting. It’s strange even with friends, like sitting in a pitch-dark cellar conversing with people at a distance of about fifteen feet. the hectic speed, and the brevity of the lines in the thread, plus the feeling that everyone is talking at once, at counter-purposes, deter her.
What kind of place does it feel like to be on the internet or Facebook, or to participate in a chat? Does it deter or entice you?