{"id":2692,"date":"2020-04-20T20:53:58","date_gmt":"2020-04-20T19:53:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/synergy-print.co.uk\/?p=2692"},"modified":"2020-04-20T21:13:47","modified_gmt":"2020-04-20T20:13:47","slug":"the-digital-natives","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/synergy-print.co.uk\/2020\/04\/20\/the-digital-natives\/","title":{"rendered":"The Digital Natives"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Once upon a now, in a land called everywhere, there lived the digital natives. They lived their lives in their digital world and they consumed massive amounts of content.<\/p>\n

Their appetite was insatiable and they swiped and clicked and liked and friended and unfriended and posted and messaged and tweeted all the day long (and long into the night). Beneath their bedsheets their faces took on the ghostly glow of their constant digital companion.<\/p> <\/div>\n<\/div>\n\t <\/div>\n\t \t<\/div>\n\t\t

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One day, a digital native woke up and, in a trembling voice, said: \u201cI\u2019m tired, my eyes hurt, my head\u2019s full, I can\u2019t compete in this world any longer.\u201d He slowly and deliberately lay down his phone and walked into the analogue world. The rest of the digital natives looked on in shock and then posted the news.<\/p>\n

\u201cI need something more,\u201d he thought to himself. \u201cI want to touch, feel, smell my content. I want to put it down, pick it up, fold it and put it in my back pocket.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then, as if by magic, a letter dropped onto his doormat. He bent down and picked it up. He touched it and smelt it. \u201cHow on earth did they know I lived here?\u201d.<\/p>\n

He ripped open the envelope greedily and read. The letter spoke to him like a kind, helpful friend and when he had read it once he folded it and put it in his back pocket. Throughout the day he read and re-read and showed it to his friends.<\/p>\n

He could not wait for the next morning and prayed another letter would arrive.<\/p>\n

The Digital Native:<\/h3>\n