Vivid 

memories of the soft light from the 

screen of a machine, from a time before the revolution of smart devices,

 when things were in a state of constant flux and 

excitement was in the air and I knew that nothing 

would be the same

 again and — a chain of thoughts 

suddenly interrupted                                                             by the

 pulsating, fading glow from the screen,

 almost like the slow breath of a human, a 

metamorphosis was taking place, a stationery 

companion would soon be replaced by a mobile 

counterpart, of a fragile nature, a treasure 

chest of memories, secrets and correspondence, in need

 of care and protection from the bumps in the road and our story has 

only just begun.