It was never meant to be this way. At first we started checking on them as we waited for trains. Then we worried about them while waiting for the elevator—and then in the elevator. We checked them as we woke up and then again just before we went to bed. Then we checked them in the snatched moments in which we couldn’t sleep. Our phones are an abusive, demanding, and needy digital entity; a Tamagotchi for the modern age. They don’t look after us—we look after them.
