It’s funny.
Time is my most precious commodity, and yet I part with it so easily.
My phone doesn’t even fight me for it, I give it to it willingly.
In different packaging I might call it my sworn enemy, a monster, not a friend to me.
But that’s what its become to me, a friend that does great harm to me.
A demon cloaked in all tranquility.
Deep thoughts I have given up in exchange for ultimately unsatisfying stimulation, mixed with nothing.
Deep community I have handed in, in exchange for a short lived feeling that I am something.
In the moment I think that I am gaining something left to gain.
In reality all that has happened is that another handful of my life’s been spent in vain.
Phones be damned. Smart phones should be banned.
Simply because we are all too dumb to realize that we are the ones being held inside a hand.