[lapse 15 months]
i dropped my telephone in a glass of water. it was immersed only momentarily, and i feared for its life, imagining all the digital horrors and mechanical nightmares that would soon follow. i made frantic visits to various vendors and shamans, terrified by the thought of being incommunicado. they told me to let it dry, and i spent a restless night dreaming about tin cans and fishing line. i saw a giant serpent wrapping itself around the neck of our planet, keeping us all connected. the phone survived.
[lapse 18 months]
i turned on my telephone on Sunday evening. it booted up only partially and then proceeded to loop from title screen to black, from title screen to black. the next day i made an apathetic visit to a single vendor who told me my phone was dead. i left the store, half-mournful until i considered how many looks are wasted each day checking the time, checking the messages, checking the battery life. i dreamed that night of a world with less things keeping us connected - it continued spinning all the same.
[lapse 12 hours]
i woke this morning, phoneless and smiling.
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