It was only ever intended as a silly time-killer, something to occupy waits in the self-service line at the market or the minutes before a therapy session when you don’t want to look at anyone else in waiting room – those in-between moments that somehow fill and comprise a day, a life. It was only when I found myself staying up past 1 AM trying to conquer the next level that I realized Block Blast was becoming a problem – and the larger realization that my phone occupied far too much of my life was not far behind.
So I deleted it. Just the app. One quick click and it was gone – gone from the screen, gone from draining the battery, gone from distracting me from all the other more important items (because literally everything was more important than Block Blast).
It also got me out of my phone, and these past few months of astrological unrest were not aided by my being in the phone all day – nothing has ever been helped by being in the phone – and perhaps that was part of the reason for such unease.
I was seeking something more – something meaningful and real and concrete that wasn’t built or based on the flimsy fantasy of the false lives we depict on our phone screens. Perhaps that is the underlying purpose of this spring – to reconnect with real life, to partake in physical actions, to reinhabit the living world and communicate in ways beyond texts or e-mails or social media posts. Maybe it means sharing things in more personal and direct manners than passive-aggressive blog posts (you still know who you are).
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