When I leave my mobile on a bed in Sydney,my life quickly unravels. It turns into a film. A very unpleasant film. Not starring Leigh SalesIn Sydney, housesitting for a friend. She comes back early on Friday morning – approximately 7am. She’s going to a symposium thing – Leigh Sales is speaking and she doesn’t want to be late. She’ll help me with my bags and we will go to the train station together. I will then go to the airport and glide to Melbourne. Don’t want to acquire my friend late for Leigh Sales, or so pack really quickly. At the station I realise have left my phone on the bed – along with some makeup and a book. Do not care approximately other things – but I care approximately the phone! Cannot contact friend who is journeying to symposium. Go to the airport feeling weird – and panicked. Related: My name is Brigid and I am a mobile addict. Can this support group help? | Brigid Delaney I feel for my phone in a dress pocket and realise it’s not there; my digital ghost limb Related: Driving Ms Delaney … as soon as I get behind the wheel again,my instructor escapes | Brigid Delaney Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com