Far from the madding crowds

At times I feel like going back to the 60’s, simply to retire. The questions are why should I retire from things I practice religiously everyday and at the same time why should I hate them. 

Yes. My idea is to get away from all kinds information explosions which run in series and remain an inexhaustible plethora. It is like vectors, i.e., carriers transmitting infectious agents (here it is with the data, plain and simple) from one host to another like in medical thrillers written by Robin Cook or similar fiction where terror lies in  most unexpected quarters or sometimes in familiar  contacts strangely enough, including aanchors from the media, be they TV soap artists even, a la serial killers. That could be also labels, notices, google maps, kindle, newspapers that are a dime a dozen on the internet, stories from news to health to food, or wikis, etc. sites that explain comprehensively sourced info including step telling how things work with added woes in images, from do-it-yourself stuff in brochures to info on food and religion fads to killing and suicide techniques including their prevention sources and health remedies in literature, etc., not to speak of headline coverages on  Trumps, Modies, Celluloid, visuals on idiot box channels outnumbered only by stars in the sky, including series acted by Kevin Spaceys, et al., and as if these are not enough there are some with us besides every other person within earshot who are able at least  to read and hold a smartphone in palm or operate any internet device who have compulsively and gathered sufficient information beforehand to infect their equally sportive kind and other unsuspecting mortals with what looks like special knowledge if not recycled already, including what not in heaven and earth put together, besides dirty jokes, wisdom and such other useless tidbits that one may think of as useful otherwise for the creatures in the rest of the hapless world, or at least to spoil the day for others which is exactly what I am trying to do now here through this post for which I am glad to know you have made it up to here for me to beat the living daylights out of someone who by themselves might be walking instruction manuals themselves or software code writers to build-operate-transfer (Bot) as data vectors and carriers of privacy hacking devices or in other words, makers of internet of things. 

I wanted to flee from all these worlds within the worlds to my good olden days. I wanted to read the only available printed newspaper that arrives home delivered by a cyclist and listen to the only English news broadcast in plain English at 9 pm on a lone channel that works on a radio.  Later I should read a Mills & Boon book before bed.