How I use my phone as a alarm and how I leave it in the kitchen so I must crawl out of bed in the morning, dragging myself from the sheets, from the warmth, from the security of being in a place that is comfortable, true, and consistent. But also, how I leave it there because I must detach myself,…
I’m really sort of glad to have read this tonight, because I just left my phone in the car of a friend of a friend who gave me a ride home; we’re not even facebook friends. I’m not really sure how I’ll get it back yet, and I feel at once nervous and worried and also completely concerned about how much this phone does for me. There isn’t a single alarm clock in this entire house. How will I wake up on time for work tomorrow? What if somebody sends me a text message that gets taken out of context? How did it get this way?
