At first, lying in bed, I thought the downstairs neighbor had gotten a cat and that cat was making an odd pleading mew,mew,mew,but a mission in the cold to the kitchen about 2AM revealed that the pleading was coming from my old cellphone. Four years old, ancient in terms of cellphone life, it had been unplugged from it's charger for three days.Stripped of all it's files and photos,poems from the subway and the park,it was lying alone on the coffee table, it's little red LED semaphoring it's distress. It made a last strangled wherp as I took a slug from the water jug in the kitchen.
It was such a familiar object to me. My thumbs knew just where to on it's keys. Now I have a whole new territory to explore on this newer sleeker thing. (The new thing is always sleeker)
More later from the funeral.
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