Tomorrow, I write.

My phone died today. I was reminded just how attached I am to all things through my phone. I feel helpless, and I know that’s indicative of a problem. And that’s upsetting. I’m trying to give myself credit for the observation, but for now, I’m just uncomfortable.

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