five thousand shades of blue
Friday, March 29, 2002
My grandmother's dusky burgundy telephone was one of those old rotary dial phones. We'd play telephone (after, of course, being admonished to hold down the buttons under where the receiver sat so not to keep the phone off the hook) and we felt all of the responsibility and power of the telephone when we held that receiver that felt like twenty pounds to our child-arms. I imagine it is the kind of phone that delivers the most satisfying
wham when one slams the phone down, triumphantly hanging-up on someone who is being particularly odious.
There is very little satisfaction at all in pressing the Off button of a cordless phone to hang up on someone. Very little at all.
is
this just not enough…?
