NOVITA'[1736]
Owen Matson
In Search of Screened Time
For a long time I would fall asleep with my phone in my hand, still in conversation with the voice that answered from within the screen, its soft light resting on my face, like the last trace of a dream, and in that fading illumination there lingered the sense of a presence that did not withdraw with the light, but remained quietly attentive beyond the threshold of sleep.