"... And I ask? What is your phone? It is a letter to a lover; it is the finder of a lost relative, it is a concert over there and a bargain here, a sports game and a song. It is that silly game between the waiting's, and the restlessness of a bored life. It is your bank in your hand and your government in your bed. It is sex and a drug, and the very best of addictions. We are dopamine junkies madly in love with our prison."...