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was it yesterday that i first entertained the feeling of a phone free world. not the erasure of the well, but it's reconnection to place. our vast human knowledge endures all tense. imagining what that's like real time. how busy our idol hands reimagined. playful banter, somber reminding, sweet nothing. 

i have a zero degrees cancer moon. i already feel the feelings of everyone nearby, and the intruders in the ethos, and the poor tin can on the side of the road. it's not something i can switch off. since the advent of smartphones, i can't even hook up with the neat guys that daily ask me on walks.  it feels like there is nothing on anyone's mind, nobody thinks, everyone prompts, praise the phone that clears the lines i used to stand in to pay my bills at the bank. the rush of hitting send and seeing a reply. if you're not in my literal space, why am i talking to you?

and the madness doesn't want to end there, it wants to hybridize with the brain for mind to mind telepathy. 

writing with my kind of brain, never has a point. it's mostly formless. so when it meets with the binary of good and evil it lurches into the reasoning of the absurd. why go there at all? let's be fat and naked. 

just yesterday, first time, tried to visualize my nieces and nephews without the phones, their father without his. when he was their age, his morning ritual was to search for lego pieces through his box of chaos, or play the guitar, his gift, a soft singing voice, digital dexterity, genius level mimicry. i have not spoken more than five words at a time to my brother since he was a little boy.  i taught him everything and still he had to survive his baby sister without killing her. without phones, do i have words for him now?

turns out, i don't. as much rejection as i've endured from the world for not having a telephone, i felt towards the technology itself. and i don't anymore. because the words that bind machine to mind are still God. and what we imagined before the tech made common the mysteries untold, that world of forest cities and kingdoms underground and water, the whos of whoville, all within new probability.

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