When it comes to love, we might all be Luddites. Wouldn’t we smash the machine that told us precisely where and when our former paramours found someone new? Unfortunately, the global index that contains every gossamer byte of the love letters we're always unwittingly writing as we make contact across the web is quite unsmashable. We are at a fundamental cultural tipping point in how we deal with love, courtship and inevitably, heartbreak. Is this the collapse of love as we know it? How do we renegotiate intimacy in the Internet age?