Eulogy For a Cellphone
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(NOTE: as of July 2011, this site has moved to http://imagitude.com)
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- Matt
- Toronto, Canada
- Matt Cahill is a fiction writer who works in film and TV in Toronto. He also takes pretty photographs, reads high-falutin' books, and plays percussion. He is currently studying psychotherapy.
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Brings a fuckin’ tear to my eye, to think of your phone lying mute on the nightstand.
ReplyDeleteRest well, little black Clearnet friend. You deserve it.
The irony is that you, Matt, will likely read Mr. Globensky's comment on your new Crackberry. How times change.
ReplyDeleteI've now seen the phone that you speak of - and once again, I take my hat off to you! It looks like it was faithful to you, and lead a log & productive life indeed...
ReplyDeleteIt was a workhorse, that's for sure. My new phone is the Blackberry Bold, which both astounds and terrifies me.
ReplyDeleteOh, for the days when a phone was really just a phone...
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