A smartphone detox proved necessary over the summer since my preferred method of postal communication is now a fast disappearing art form. To remedy the matter, my smartphone device has been contractually downgraded. Being available 24/7 was making me ill. Requesting to speak to the ‘downgrade’ department puzzled the customer service team: ‘You mean you don’t want the new iPhone 5, then?’ ‘To what purpose?’ I replied. The team made me aware that people like me are in the minority. Are humans so seduced by all that stuff? Undeniably sucked in by my Smartphone, a detox became an imperative despite the short haul turbulance of withdrawal symptoms. Some friends got mad at me. I stopped returning calls or texts or anything that ate into my free time. Every one was eating into my free time and boundaries were getting distorted. It’s about welcoming great gaps of silence in my life. I welcome hard copy hand written letters iron folded inside snow white envelopes, or hardcopy postcards with human pizza stained thumb prints delivered by my postman sporting shorts in all seasons, or mail delivered by a bird with real wings tapping at my window sill with a billet doux or two, hell, more than two, stuffed in its beak.
Boundaries disappear with smartphone usage, my inner hermit got wholly fed up with being available to anyone, everyone, at any time. A letter or a postcard offers a more suitable boundary, it has actually travelled a physical distance, in my world, distance is a good thing.