It is reported that in the US alone, the average adult spends two hours and 51 minutes on their smartphone every day. That is eight minutes longer than Andrei Tarkovsky’s film Stalker.
I really like that idea. That is a clever way to frame it.
Also from that book, which I’m still reading:
Our addiction to the mobile device’s platform services then enmeshes us in time intervals that run between our cravings for updates, shorter or longer latency periods when no updates happen, the moments of actual updates, and the velocities of all other events in our lives and environments. Here, also, things take time.
Having the kind of job that requires me to be in communication and make decisions as well as just, you know, writing, means that some days it becomes stupidly hard to get the phone out of my hand. It is, yes, the taking of time – the subtraction of time. And, as I find myself saying to people more and more, if the phone is in my hand I cannot type pages on the laptop.
I’m having one of those weeks where I’m a professional emailer and texter and I’m just venting about it. Roll on next week, when America has their random holiday and everyone fucks off for — oh, wait, turns out I have meetings next week —
It’s a great life, but sometimes you really just want to be a writer for a while.
Listening to: TRAITS by Clovvder.
Inbox: 31 when I went to bed. I don’t dare look at it yet.