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这一年，我不在线 　　I was wrong. 　　One year ago I left the Internet. I thought it was making me unproductive. I thought it lacked meaning. I thought it was “corrupting my soul.” 　　It’s been a year now since I “surfed the web” or “checked my email” or “liked” anything with a figurative rather than literal thumbs up. I’ve managed to stay disconnected， just like I planned. I’m Internet free. 　　In early 2012 I was 26 years old and burnt out. I wanted a break from modern life—the hamster1） wheel of an email inbox， the constant flood of WWW information which drowned out my sanity. I wanted to escape.