Elon Musk’s wholesale sacking of Twitter has forced users to make a stay-or-go choice that some argue amounts to complicity or surrender.
As people close to you grow older, it’s wrenching to see their worlds shrink. Physical limitations are part of it, but so is the passing of their friends, one by one by one, until there’s hardly anyone left for them to talk to.
For a while now I thought I’d have a hedge against that kind of loneliness: I’d have Twitter. As long as I could type or dictate, I would be connected to people, the news and the world.