Re: Ode to my flip phone

Reading Ode to my flip phone reminded me of Frank in You've Got Mail, singing the praises of his typewriter as everyone is getting computers and getting online. Society, for better or worse, has picked a new technological successor and the old ways – your flip phone, your typewriter, will eventually disappear.

But this line – this line hit me hard.
And by privacy I don’t mean cookies or my Social Security number or whateverβ€”I mean the fragile sphere of imagination in which I exist when I’m not diddling about online. I mean what’s left of my nondigital self. When I clack your two halves shut, you glorious techno-mollusk, that’s it. Sauron cannot see me.