This silence characterised the day, and despite going out to do a Reformer Pilates session and to go for a walk around the park where I encountered lots of people, I felt less harassed by the world, less like it demanded from me something I couldn’t give it, more like I existed in a bubble of calm away from the fray.
Installing a rotary phone (aka a landline) was essential so I could have the odd chat, as was writing down my essential phone numbers, and, finally, digging out my bank cards so I could eat and what not.
Without those other lives rattling around in my mind, there was room for a deep sense of contentment about what my life actually consisted of and I was even contemplating ridding myself of my phone every weekend going forward.
When I woke on day two, I checked the time on the watch I’d gone to sleep wearing and found to my surprise I felt wide awake despite it being 6am, so read for hours while the world woke up.
Another big realisation was that the absence of my phone meant a schism between me and the many worlds that impose themselves in my hand and by extension head courtesy of my phone.
