I had hoped my phone would outlive me. I hate wasting my time on technology, and I didn’t want to spend any of the precious little time I have left learning how to use a new device. Already last month I had to get a new laptop, which I still haven’t quite got used to. So I’ve been hanging on to this old blackberry with its tiny mechanical keyboard for coming on seven years. People laugh when they see it. I try to claim retro status, as if it’s almost cool again. I’ve never even used its more sophisticated features, like access to the internet or email or apps. For me it was always just a texting machine, alarm clock, and phone. Now and then I snapped a photo or used the calculator. But it in all those years it has served me more or less faithfully, never needing a…
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