I wondered if all of us churchgoers were just exhausted by grief. For the dying priest and us, I thought, "God" always refused to become glorious, instead stubbornly remaining plain, a headache, a sorrowful knot of language. — Virginia Heffernan Copy Share Image
There's always something in new technology that promotes anxiety on the one hand, but also grieving on the other. With the internet, I think… — Virginia Heffernan Copy Share Image
I began to think that melancholy was a dialect that only some people knew-or could even hear-and in my conversations, I sought these people… — Virginia Heffernan Copy Share Image
“Unless you are rich and can convalesce in a sanatorium estate (where visitors came down a tiered, oceanside lawn to found you at your… — Virginia Heffernan Copy Share Image
When I first got on the internet as a tween, I wasn't comfortable showing up in social spaces. I didn't have a loud voice.… — Virginia Heffernan Copy Share Image
People act as if the internet will never die, that the Cloud will never die. In the face of that, much of human civilization,… — Virginia Heffernan Copy Share Image
I wondered if all of us churchgoers were just exhausted by grief. For the dying priest and us, I thought, "God" always refused to… — Virginia Heffernan Copy Share Image
Unless you are rich, and can con vales center in a sanatorium estate (where visitors came down a tiered, oceanside lawn to found you… — Virginia Heffernan Copy Share Image
One of the paradoxes that makes the internet such a suggestive place is that, on the one hand, we perceive it as perpetually in… — Virginia Heffernan Copy Share Image
