I flail between being in awe of the convenience and possibility modern tech brings and rueing the day the transistor was invented. There was an article posted here called Digital Echoes [0] a few days ago and it describes the sort of murky feeling of using a black box to interact with the modern world, and how it leaves ethereal traces everywhere that you have no control over. Sometimes I feel like getting rid of that weird sense of dread is worth giving up convenience for, other times my lazy lizard brain wins.

[0] https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=43509548