(no subject)
My phone plays a song for me when I turn it on for the day, and it plays another one for me when I turn it off.
It's like the last few heartwarming notes of a sitcom jingle--a synthy harmonica toot in major key. I taste the subtle implantation of pop culture as a subliminal comforting feature--you decide when your day begins when you press the little red button. And you control when it ends when you press it down again.
When I turn my phone on, I participate in the illusion that I am in touch with the rest of the world, just like on tv. For the sake of not sounding entirely pessimistic, I'll admit that perhaps I am comparatively in better touch, but it's the song that gets me every time.
The sound of it makes me a little wistful. Last night, before heading to bed, I turned it off. But then compulsively turned it on again. I couldn't help it, I had to hear it one last time.
I'm sure I'm not the only person to have had this reaction--I've got an impression of a nerve-wracked prosecutor sitting in the john, flipping his mobile phone on and off before trial. Poor bastard, I love that song too.
It's like the last few heartwarming notes of a sitcom jingle--a synthy harmonica toot in major key. I taste the subtle implantation of pop culture as a subliminal comforting feature--you decide when your day begins when you press the little red button. And you control when it ends when you press it down again.
When I turn my phone on, I participate in the illusion that I am in touch with the rest of the world, just like on tv. For the sake of not sounding entirely pessimistic, I'll admit that perhaps I am comparatively in better touch, but it's the song that gets me every time.
The sound of it makes me a little wistful. Last night, before heading to bed, I turned it off. But then compulsively turned it on again. I couldn't help it, I had to hear it one last time.
I'm sure I'm not the only person to have had this reaction--I've got an impression of a nerve-wracked prosecutor sitting in the john, flipping his mobile phone on and off before trial. Poor bastard, I love that song too.