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Life Without Escaping

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Life Without Escaping ‍ I was sitting at a bus stop with five strangers, everyone on their phones except for me and a grandma. ‍ We were staring at some shops across the street on a concerningly warm and sunny day, with a clear blue sky at the beginning of February. For the first time in a while, I had left my AirPods at home. ‍ “That old generation still knows how to live without distractions,” I think to myself, confident that I had single-handedly restored her faith in the younger generation—always on their phones, rushing around, stressed out of their minds. Not me, though. I left my AirPods at home. Thirty seconds later, she takes out the same phone I have and disappears into a faraway mythical land called WhatsApp Stories (I’m in Europe), her presence never to be felt again until the bus arrives. ‍ Now I’m alone—not physically, but… I mean, everyone else is on their phones. I resist the urge to join them, to swipe myself onto another planet. I let the bus take off without me—too

Life Without Escaping ‍ I was sitting at a bus stop with five strangers, everyone on their phones except for me and a grandma. ‍ We were staring at some shops across the street on a concerningly warm and sunny day, with a clear blue sky at the beginning of February. For the first time in a while, I had left my AirPods at home. ‍ “That old generation still knows how to live without distractions,” I think to myself, confident that I had single-handedly restored her faith in the younger generation—always on their phones, rushing around, stressed out of their minds. Not me, though. I left…

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