Is there something wrong with me because I’m not comfortable hugging a handsome stranger named Johan after yoga?
In my defense, I came to Eriro, a new wellness retreat perched atop the Zugspitze mountain in the Austrian Tyrol, to disconnect from the world. I’d been feeling machine-like and lost, victimized by the slog of daily life. The relentless digital dinging had eroded my attention span; finishing a book (and even most movies) was more taxing than a Barry’s class. In my darker moments, I wondered when A.I. would just make me redundant. I hoped it would happen soon.
