A Note from the Editor
So I recently spent the entire month without a phone. It’s a long story. You know the kind. The thirty days long, this-repair-will-only-take-five-days-but-we’ll-then-proceed-to-lose-it kind of long story.
With my smartphone offering me an odd collation of over 3,000 contacts spread across (what seems like) just as many apps, the prospect of cutting out all of that noise seemed, at first, cathartic. ‘The book will replace the handset’ I told myself, optimistically. ‘Quick texts to my partner will become lengthy lunchtime conversations’ I mused, naively. ‘Evenings without my 'feeds' will make for sounder sleep’ I muttered, lyingly...
