Logging Off

by Nick Spalding

Back inside, I decide to make myself an angry cup of coffee. This is much like a normal cup of coffee, only it contains twice the amount of coffee, three times the amount of sugar and a quarter of the amount of milk.

My sense of direction has been completely outsourced to Google Maps.

Oh Christ, I’ve given her hope. What an awful mistake to make.

Technology has a way of regimenting your existence, which only becomes truly apparent once you have to do without it. It’s almost as if all that reliance on computers starts to turn you into a bit of a computer yourself.

I met the woman I love. And I would follow her anywhere. Including on Instagram and Twitter.