Technology proposes itself as the architect of our intimacies.

We're smitten with technology. And we're afraid, like young lovers, that too much talking might spoil the romance. But it's time to talk.

When you're addicted to heroin, there is only one thing you can do - go off heroin. But we're not going to throw away these phones, we're not going to throw away our technology.

we seem determined to give human qualities to objects and content to treat each other as things.

We... heal ourselves by giving others what we most need.

Because you can text while doing something else, texting does not seem to take time but to give you time. This is more than welcome; it is magical.

Does virtual intimacy degrade our experience of the other kind and, indeed, of all encounters, of any kind?