my_heart_is_an_electron ovenbird When was the last time you talked to someone on the phone? I mean actually talked, for a span of time outlasting a minute? You should try it. It’s fun. If you were a teenager in the 90s talking on the phone might conjure the feeling of a coiled cord winding its way up your arm, like nerves wrapped tight in their myelin sheath. Can you feel it? The cold plastic, the pleasing bounce of the coil, the way you could, maybe, stretch it out into another room where there was something approaching privacy? Maybe you’ve forgotten how amazing it is, the way a voice can be taken apart, transformed into an electrical signal, and reassembled so quickly that it seems instantaneous. And then someone is WITH you, their voice in your ear, completely recognizable in all its nuance. It’s as much their voice as it would be if you were standing next to them, and so you get to be together in this acoustically facilitated way, and it’s pretty miraculous when you stop to think about it, the way you can be with someone you love in milliseconds, and let your voices touch when your hands can’t, find that your heart has teleported, and now you’re scrambling, whistling to it, beckoning frantically, trying to call it back to your chest, but it ignores you, keeps running, and is gone. 251213 what's it to you? who go blather from