feather 17

On Friday night, roughly as my work day ends, I turn off my phone, my iPad and my laptop and light a candle. It’s a precious moment of peace. Then I jump up, hunt down a housemate, thrust all my devices hurriedly into her arms and ask her to hide them and (this with slightly wild eyes) NOT give them back to me on pain of death for twenty-four hours.

Sometimes it works. Often it doesn’t.