I miss all old technology, the simplicity of it, when a switch was either on or off, none of this long press stuff, buttons that one can’t tell are on or off, and the prodding of screens until one’s fingers are numb.

LOONS

I miss the hard wired phone rooted in my house
I miss the way it sat there quiet as a mouse
I miss it’s little ting-a-ling once in a blue moon
I miss talking to people as they stare at their phones like loons.

All words Meadowhead Bard.