The social bug had infected the world. Its symptoms are visible in our fingers, which are constantly at work. Typing away furiously on blogs, social media apps, chatting. Churning out our thoughts, converting our imagination into text. All over the world, the story repeats. Irrespective of age, race, gender, financial status, the effects are the same. It dramatically increases the amount of time we spend on our smartphones or electronic devices. It forces us to keep churning out messages and posts. Libraries report a decrease in readers. Neighborhood bookshops are going out of business. In their place, smartphone shops are springing up all around. A whole new lexicon has emerged. Emojis are being invented every minute. Emotions that would need multiple lines of text can now be conveyed with a single image. A couple of decades ago, a landline was a status symbol in most homes. Distant relatives, school friends,… The social bug

I am late. By the time I park my car in the garage, it is 11 PM. Expecting my wife to be asleep, I used the spare key to open the main door. Like a thief, I tiptoed in, careful not to bump into any object in the dark room. All the same, I hit the chair and tipped it over.  “Shit, why is the chair here,” I said. I slide my hand over the wall and find the light switch. As the light flooded the room, I saw a person standing at the window. For a second, I felt my heart leap out of my mouth. Then I realized it was my wife. Even after four years of marriage, she had that effect on me. She was staring out of the window. There was not much to see, this time of the night, but she was engrossed in the… Social media apes