1977. Leeds Playhouse, Leeds, England. A British art student and part-time usher at the playhouse accompanies his naive, unsophisticated American fiancée to a screening of That Obscure Object of Desire. She doesn’t understand the film despite the English subtitles. She only wonders if maybe the male lead actor needed glasses because he seemed unaware that his love interest was two different women.
This object is rarely more than 5 feet away from me. It is the portal to a large part of my world. It is a window to my past. It entertains me. It alerts me. It guides me. It gives me access to some places. It educates me. It annoys me. Recent studies indicate it probably won’t kill me. It’s my phone.