I think sometimes of the things my Wi-Fi knows. I think sometimes of my Wi-Fi as a living thing. I think sometimes it is right to think of it like this. I think sometimes of a person on the other end, collating the data it brings them; the locations, the time between each, when it falls out, when it connects again. I think sometimes although I would rather not, of their intent. I think sometimes how they might build a picture not just of where I am but of my proclivities.
Great article. I hope that you write that book.