Glass, Box, Calendar, Stars
Glass, Box, Calendar, StarsThe unexpected text read:
find aeota yesterday everywhere.
I thought several thoughts, in this sequence:
Okay, I find things. Can do.
Who or what is “aeota?”
Yesterday is gone.
Or is it?
Everywhere’s a big place.
Or is it?
And who knew this Methuselah of a phone of mine could display texts?
I carried a Nokia 7650, thick and clunky as a box of animal crackers, that was now sixteen years old. I had purchased it new in 2002, partially thanks to the hype associating it with the film Minority Report. It seemed highly futuristic right out of the box, maintaining its sci-fi luster for a surprisingly short interval thereafter, as most such products do these days, and had immediately aided me in my work to some acceptable degree that
