I remember when I got my first cell phone. It felt like the best day of my life. I felt like somebody. I felt like I was a part of a movement. Fast forward twelve years and many devices later, my most valuable physical possessions are my smartphone and laptop. These metal, rectangular electronic devices go wherever I go. They're my windows to the rest of the world. They're the last things I look at before I go to bed every night. Their blue screens have infused my soul with a constant stream of information and, at times, trash. But now they're making me blind. Blind to my immediate environment and my sense of being. I'm no longer living as a human. I'm a leech on a host.