i've been thinking a lot about my grandma recently.
she lived her life never really having used a smartphone. or the internet. or a computer.
it's not like we never tried. i just don't think she was that bothered.
sometimes we'd watch tv together. like the world cup.
did she feel alone, watching while the rest of us were fidgeting away on our phones?
she used to keep a diary with all of our birthdays written in barely legible gujarati.
did she know that she could just wait for someone to post in the family whatsapp group?
once i got drunk and donated a pokéball to a charity in new york and hilarie burton sent me seeds.
my grandma helped me plant them.
would they have bloomed if i just asked gemini how to do it?
it used to puzzle me. the notion of not keeping up with the advances of technology. it would never happen to me.
but actually now it sounds pretty swell.
her life always seemed simple. calm. serene.
less prone to the ups and downs of the modern world.
i bought a slinky the other day. it's a fun way to pass time.
it's a bit wonky now.
big fan of blowing things too.
when i first started blowing in these non-deterministic generative noise sticks it sounded like crap.
it was a skills issue. i was blowing wrong.
so i dunno, maybe it's okay to be "left behind".
a laggard.
a luddite.
because there's more to life than ones and zeroes.