Date: Wed, 22 May 2013 03:03:45 +0200
- My cellphone ring is the sound of unmet obligations.
At fourteen, I spent hours a night willingly tied to the family phone, dissecting the gossip from biology class. Now that I’m a so-called grown-up, I dread being dragged into cyberspace—that place between phones—and my subconscious isn’t subtle about acting out. Every month or two I shed [...]