Dis:connect

And then one night, it happens. The poor old computer breaks down, gives up. I am lost, confused, roaming the apartment and nervously eyeing my phone. Nothing is as it should be without it. 

But in the radio silence, airplane tickets are booked; they amass in my inbox like scintillating promises. The season spreads out before me in adventure. Did I not just say that I travel too little, that I must make this year different because to travel is to live? Well, I will. 

The days without my electronic lifeline don't seem so painful, then.