collection as intimacy - by jaron - the way home

If you run into me on any given day, there will be a triptych spread of devices in my possession: laptop, phone, e-reader. A pretty standard selection of items. I'd like to think I'm a relatively organized person, but that's because I translate my personal disarray into a disheveled and torn interior mess that you cannot see, containing it within the rapidly-dwindling storage capacity of these abused metal machines.