Twitter user afronomics realized just how much information we keep on our phones when she found a lost iPhone and decided to see if she could find its owner.
While the photo was noticeably low quality, I was able to recognize it instantly. It was the outside of my house.
“Now I’m not going to get my fucking phone fixed.”
The most powerful thing you can do for yourself is let yourself be sad.
Nothing is sacred.
By obsessing over their lives, we are crowding out time for our life.
I want to listen to someone I care about talk about their day, not just read a message over a phone screen saying it was good.
We should not feel handicapped without our phones, we should be relieved. In this culture which prioritizes the virtual world more than anything else, be relieved that we can cherish special moments happening each day, relieved we can be present to the moment.
I already told you I can’t say much but let’s just say… it was someone big. You’d know him if you saw him.
First, it started taking flash photography of my very messy bedroom, judging my slobbish tendencies and giving me a literal view of my own failures to maintain an orderly Feng Shui master bedroom where anything romantic could take place.