More specifically, I smashed the screen of the inorganic bit of my brain that sits in my pocket and tells me the time, shows me books, reminds me what I'm planning, on which I organise my thoughts and while away idle moments. A small, prosthetic part of me in the absence of which I have felt lost.
On the eve of the breakage, I ordered a replacement and yesterday, it finally arrived. The drought in which I've had to try to organise my thoughts on unresponsive, loss-prone, imprecise paper is over, a part of me which was gone has now returned and I feel strangely complete again.
