Coffee Thoughts

I went to get a cup of coffee this morning. There was a big line at the shop, so I thought I’d just sit down outside and enjoy the weather for a minute, until it got slow again. That was when I noticed I had forgotten my phone. Holy crap, what did I ever do with myself before we had phones? Was there some kind of other way that I was managing to casually browse the entirety of recorded human knowledge in my down time, back then? The grief and loss I was experiencing now, as a result of not being able to do this, was amazing. This must be what all the researchers are pointing to, when they refer to the present ubiquity of mobile access to the online world as “digital heroin” and whatnot. I mean, honestly, as I sat there sipping coffee it really hit me that under normal circumstances these days I would almost literally never have a moment when I wasn’t importing new information into my brain. Depending on what kind of information a guy is looking for, that’s like nonstop learning. Oh, my poor brain. Beat poetry needs a revival. That’s all I’ve got right now.