I too often feel locked in place, like a broken tin toy. Is it that I need winding up? Or that my wind up is inherently broken? Or that I spend it all on useless little dances… Yet I forever feel a crushing weight of so much to do and so little time. I fear telephones. It’s people I have to listen to on the other end. I am so used to thinking about what the telephone voices might say, that I don’t know what I might say back. My telephone calls have become one way. I might as well have a simple radio-broadcast of the thoughts of some key individuals. That’s what our new version has proven to be, with the social apps and things, a very sophisticated one way image radio. You can only say something back when they’re not listening. Everyone is in their own vacuum, which would scare the old person who asked — “If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it…” But science caught up: there is no sound in a vacuum.