When you don’t look at your phone for a while and you go back to using it, you remember how fucking bonkers it is. Feel like a cave woman discovering fire. Been looking at physical book pages for a while so the screen looks bizarre and I can’t believe there’s text on it and the text looks funny cos it isn’t pixilated or printed, but bright and small. How can I do so much with something so small. No, I’m small. Small human. My iphone is tiny. But it’s magic. Like a wand. I press a bunch of buttons, some numbers for invisible made up money will decrease and someone will bring me a book, food, clothes etc. I can summon a car and someone’s voice or dive into a memory from an album. I can have someone sing to me while I go for a walk. Right in my ear.

I may have lost my mind.

Back to reading.