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Smartphone commute

Down the escalators, change train, wait on platform. The commute, the London commute. I am coming in the office for a few hours today so I am remembering each step with a certain familiarity that helps the nervous of what a future leaving baby S behind means. These few hours are small trials for me to cope. And this time I ventured a commute. 
As I walk with no rush and outside rush hour I can't avoid the smartphones all around me as I go dowm the escalators, walking actively almost wanting to comtradict the end of my pregnant slow commute only a few months back. Someone playing candy crush saga not noticing she is almost in the middle of the escalator, someone swiping left deleting emails, someone swiping dowm checking the news. I myself have almost exhausted my battery. Weirdly enough the smartphone commute is one of the few things I miss. Those 40 minutes for me every day, where I can check my emails, read my book, check on friends around the worls, send my Sims to work or even blog. An app for everything and everything app based. What dis we do before we even had smartphones? We would go around with books, magazines, printed maps. We would use blackberries to reply to emails and feel the empty inbox for a while as all the emails would not be able to get out until we reached the surface. God forbids we might even have nothing to do and just look around, observe, think of life or just be mindful of our own presence. I admit I don't miss that part, I still get itchy when I run out of battery when getting inside the tube. Oh the brainless smartphone commute. A piece of mental sanity. 
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