Smartphones. We’re all tethered, aren’t we? It’s a digital leash. You’re at a dinner, someone puts their phone down, face up. Why? Is something so urgent that it can’t wait? We’ve become Pavlov’s dogs, but instead of a bell, it’s a ‘ding’ from an email, a ‘vibration’ from a text. And the battery! Oh, the battery anxiety! You leave the house at 80%, by noon it’s 40%, and you start to panic. ‘Where’s an outlet?! I need an outlet!’ It’s like we’re constantly searching for a charging station for our own personal HAL 9000. And for what? To scroll through pictures of someone’s perfectly curated life, pretending it’s better than yours? What’s the deal with that?
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