but is not one thing, it’s many…remember this line?
It was a strong, personal and impressive commercial.
The stimulating voice spoke slowly the words that never stopped playing in my mind. It is the best commercial I’ve ever seen. But I speak not of that thing but a thing altogether new. I speak of the thing I’ve been touched by.
The thing is in my pocket! The thing I used to blog this post. Its heavy but I can handle the weight; it feels like a part of me – at least the weight. It’s governed by nothing, I have my way with it and never has it complained. It can write a thousand languages though I prefer English. It has a life that runs thin but surely packs a punch.
I punch into it, poke it and yet it makes no noise just silent words. The words speak for themselves; the words will reach an audience. It makes sure it has a client that enables the transition. It flashes next to me the colour blue. It knows my favourite already!
I look up and witness Argentina demolishes South Korea and with a touch I let my friends know my feelings. It has a voice that sings to my liking, it forgets nothing as it keeps a note of everything.
I find all my friends at the same place. It lets me poke them, makes the mighty bird carry forth my message, carry me through a leisurely chat and at the same time keeps an eye out for me. It misses nothing, captures what I wish.
It can find me the places so that I can get lost. It lets me play so that I don’t get bored. It makes me stand out as it looks like nothing else. It will grow on you the way you nurture it to be.
It can let people feel what I’ve been touched by, it lets me safely keep my memories hidden. Its wish is mine to command and I’m beginning to fall in love with it.
There’s this thing in my pocket and it’s not one thing…it’s many. It’s my N900.