Here is a story I can relate to, as you can read in yesterdays post:
Now, I bite my tongue. Because for a while, I’ve been secretly hating my iPhone just about as much as I love it. My iPhone does everything for me: it connects me to the world and helps me navigate it. But that power comes with a price: I am forever connected, forever tethered to the vast, teeming, cacophonous internet. Sometimes I want to disconnect–while still leaving open the old-fashioned option of placing a phone call, and only a phone call.