I’m staring at this phone I own. My
phone. My phone is perhaps looking into your phone- or whatever your phone
wants to reveal to me. Then- I must only reveal the same in return. I’m waiting
for my phone to set me into action. I’m waiting for my phone to tell me when to
stop doing something. I check in with my phone’s well being… “Are you trying to
tell me something? Have I neglected you for too long?” I want to shut my phone
off, but I can’t. It would be unacceptable. It would be an act of defiance to
turn off the material access to me, and my accountability to the community. My inherited
community. This ‘thing’ is how I am forced to communicate- with others as well
as myself. Ever more socially acceptable, designed distance between human
beings in a planet that is shrinking as it is.
