The Last Quiet Thing
A friend sent this wonderful article to me the other day, and it really resonated:
This watch costs twelve dollars. It weighs twenty-one grams. It has an alarm that sounds like a microwave in another room. It has told time the same way since 1989.
It doesn't know my heart rate. It has no opinions about whether I've stood up enough today. It will never need a firmware update.
When the battery dies in seven years, I'll press in a new one with a paperclip. That will be the entirety of my obligation to it.