KYLE KIRKPATRICK

Bedroom Deduction

Blackouts ceased to interest me around 2007, when the iPhone first helped to figure out a handful of rather fundamental questions. This high tech assistant having detected on my behalf, I eBayed the armchair, closed the case, and muttered a goodbye to the dust-coated magnifying glass. Gone were the manhours of bedroom deduction; the old ways rendered redundant, what remained were five or six phone numbers – appended to these, each friend’s address. I scroll and scroll through the contacts application, so soon reunited with my keys or wallet, and left in want of a vicissitude.