The internet, as we know it, is like the warehouse at the end of Raiders of the Lost Arc. Enlightenment is hidden en masse.
You read and search for passages that are never resolved. You finish a piece of news and rarely seek follow-up.
There is little room for rumination. Texts become bookmarks mislaid or otherwise archived and forgotten. The internet is boundless, its contents blurred. There is satisfaction in holding a thing, closing and returning it to a shelf. Are swipes and clicks sufficient punctuation enough to delineate ideas?
Technology affects behavior and so we adapt, owing that we outlast the shock, and become one with our devices. So, reading is shaped by modes of publishing. To survive the trauma of boundless content is to fashion new boundaries and respite for the information laden.