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As I comfortably relax on the sofa, with my phone, I connect with words and pictures.

Using my own words and pictures. With people from both real life and outer world.

It brings me closer to the distant, and further from the nearer.

My people in the vicinity, I also reach them through phone.

What if the connection breaks?


On another side of the building, a man is holding a plier. He's up to no good. He cuts the cable.

My phone screen blacks out.


It then alights in blue. And releases itself from my grip.

A phone - buoyant in mid air. Derives its own soul.

It communicates with my mind without words but with signals.

It starts to pull back deliberately. I prepare to get up, and am pulled with it.


I follow the phone, and get carried away.