You have three hundred words to justify the existence of your favorite person, place, or thing. Failure to convince will result in it vanishing without a trace. Go!
Flowers, sunshine, bubble baths, dessert, books, stand-up comics, lingering at table after meals, big fluffy beds, laughter, wine, deep sleep and any substance or person legal or illegal that induces deep sleep are all fine and great but without my iPhone I will die. My body will carry on, yes. I will function at a basic penta-sensory level but it will be an existence devoid of joy, of the pleasure of rolling over in bed and feeling that cool smoothness, knowing that it will wake me at my desired time to the tune of my own music, that I can slide it open check maps whether I am lost or not, find businesses whether I have money to spend or not, look up dates years ahead whether I have plans or not, study stocks (investments/not), take pictures (talent/not), make to do lists and set reminders (motivation/not), write/record inspirational notes (literate/not), play scrabble (vocab-rich/not), do math and currency conversions (numerically dyslexic/not), call/text people on WhatsApp/Messages/Skype/Viber/rebtel (conversational savvy/not), listen to music (taste/not), check Facebook/twitter (social life/not), touch base with my bank account (delusional/not), track the weather (hibernating/not), get news updates (concerned/not), enjoy podcasts (intellectual/not), check my blog stats (readership/not), refresh my email list (sent any/not), know the time in Montenegro or Timbuktu (traveling/not), and listen to as many free thirty second samples of songs as I want. And once I get out of bed, I can face whatever’s left of the day with a brave and open heart because I know that no matter what dreams, nightmares or tediums may come App Store’s got my back.
i+Phone = life sustained, an App at a time.
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