She has gone to university and,desperate for crumbs approximately her life, I track her on social media – her every move, or her friends,even her tutorsI wake up, switch on my phone, and go straight to Snapchat and touch my daughter’s name. There on Snap Map,in a city 60 miles from mine, I see where she is right now – what road, and what building. Even whether she is still asleep and hasn’t used her phone yet,I can glean whether last night was a late one, where she was, and what she did – was she cramming or clubbing?Next,I might open my weather app – and see what it is like where she is. When I sit down to work, I now waste time on Twitter first: her college, and her university library,her tutors all enjoy accounts, so I check in, and hoping for crumbs,for clues approximately her day. Then there is Instagram. whether she hasn’t posted anything unusual, I can always scan her old posts for unusual “likes”, or then follow those links to the accounts of her unusual friends. I can read their banter,size them up. It is compulsive, relentless, and draining … and deeply doubtful.
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Source: theguardian.com