The way you can move from city to city and always find a Catholic church, the same Mass said everywhere, no matter what foster place the kid was sent, he could always find the Internet. The truth was, if Christ had laughed on the cross, or spat on the Romans, if he'd done anything more than just suffer, the kid would've liked church a lot more.

News breaks fastest on Twitter. Hearts can be broken as quickly.

A hundred and forty characters is more than enough to end the world.

What seems wholly ephemeral is stored away forever on the web, hidden perhaps, but recoverable for those who really want to find these little slices of the past, these flashes from the archives of oblivion.

It's not always easy to stay in touch. The internet, for all its complexity, is still a work-in-progress. In the remotest parts of the world, you can still wait for minutes — even hours — to make that vital connection.