mobiles

We are wasting our youth holding cold devices while we should be holding one another__ warm hands.

I don__ agree on spending time with someone who is more attached to his cell phone than he is to me.

While we are curling down in our comfort zone, the perverted talents of connectivity-designers drive us surreptitiously into a blind alley of addiction. If, however, we succeed in impeding mobiles' unlimited rule, we may be able to relish the fragrance of the __oment_ but also sense the vital spark and spirit of __therness_. ("Even if the world goes down, my mobile will save me")

Casting a curious gaze down on planet Earth, extra-terrestrial beings could well be forgiven for assuming that we humans are programmed in every move we make, by a palm-sized, oblong, slab of glass. More perplexing than that, who on earth could convince them otherwise ?

There is already enough chattering nonsense on the ground. Do we really need aviaries in pressurised tin cans at 30,000 feet as well ?