Something New
On welcoming the invitation of a glitching phone
My phone is glitching. It doesn’t bother me because I’ve been wondering how urgent my carrying such a technology really is. After all, I grew up all the way into adulthood without the internet or a cell phone (PRAISE GOD), and now having had some decades of comparison I’m not at all convinced the constant connection did or does me any real and lasting good at all. But having tethered myself to this small device now all this time, losing it seems akin to purposing to cut off my right arm.
And yet I kind of secretly hope at times that I would lose it. As in, oopsie, it fell from my hands off the state ferry crossing the Puget Sound as I was taking yet another photo of another landscape that I will never again ever look at other than within the square box at the time I took it and avoided enjoying said landscape with my own eyeballs. So, the glitch is kind of a welcome annoyance at the moment, perhaps the beginni…