I left my house without my phone the other day and could not be bothered to go back to get it. Sure, I can be totally disconnected for a day, I thought to myself. It will be good for me.
Its a long time since I have been phoneless. Its not as if I am a teenager who feels her phone to be a necessary limb, is it? It would surely mean that I would be truly in the moment; not distracted by social-media froth, not needing to know the news as it happens, unable to answer emails or text various offspring my various and inane instructions. Instead, I would be in the world, communicating deeply and authentically with it. Poor world. For I awaited this cloched epiphany of disconnection. I wanted to say that everything was more meaningful now that I was no longer elsewhere (ie online). I wanted to feel the moral superiority, or at least maturity, of those people who proudly announce they dont do Facebook/Twitter/Instagram in the same way they once would have announced they didnt watch TV.
Räddaren i nöden – programmet OnyX
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