When October comes, you can get jittery.
You stare at your phone and wonder whether it’s the best expression of who you are. Or, perhaps, of what you’ve become.
Cynically, smartphones makers know this. So they bombard you with their latest wares at your most vulnerable time.
Why, I look down at my black, somewhat scratched iPhone XR and I see a reflection of a dark, damaged soul.
And then there was last week’s iPhone 12 event which tantalized with a gamut of phones that all have very similar capabilities but very different sizes.
I went, therefore, for psychological guidance to the home of physical retail objectivity, Best Buy.
I hadn’t been to one for quite a while and I needed some cheery, forthright advice.
Now She Sees It, Now You Don’t.
I confess I’ve been teetering toward the concept