My old phone was something I carried with me everywhere, with no cover or screen protector. It’s screen has been cracked for over a year. I’ve dinged it multiple times, chipped out a large chunk from its back cover, exposing a bit of what might be its battery.
It kept on working, though – a scarred, hard waring phone – until last weekend, when the screen began to die.
Now I’m writing this post on a new phone, same make and model as the old workhorse. It’s nice to have a screen that’s not cracked, but it’s maudlin to be moving on from something that’s worked so well for me, that wore down alongside me.
The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance series, starts next week. There’s a new little short advertising it from Netflix:
I’m excited! While it’s not one of the childhood stories that have lived with me, it was one of those things that I struggled with and enjoyed as a kid, and enjoyed more as an adult, and I’ve occasionally revisited (and sat S through a viewing of).
I’m on a bit of a strange social media break. A few months ago I deleted my Instagram account — its enforced open DMs, endless chasers, and every fourth / fifth post being an ad, had changed Instagram from being something positive in my life to a sad, disheartening place to spend time.