Like many people, I need my smartphone to keep up with the goings-on. And by saying "need", I mean the kind of intense desire an alcoholic succumbs to when a tempting glass of whiskey flaunts itself within reach.
Yes, I had a terrible case of smartphone addiction, always having my eyes fixed on the little screen whenever I felt there was even a minute of idle time. There were always new emails and messages to check, Facebook updates not to be missed, exciting videos on YouTube, Vimeo or Pinkbike, and numerous notifications from all sorts of apps. Sure enough, it often took me quite a while before I could take my eyes off the mobile screen.
Then one day, at a bus stop as I looked up from my phone after posting a comment on a photo of a stunning Caribbean beach, it was a moment of revelation. The world right in front of me was blurred.
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