With my feet in the air and my head on the ground

( Existential angst and relationships )

There's a man in the mirror and he's tellin me to hide, away

Scary days. This morning, I brought the new mobile phone I've had in waiting for some time into play. I faffed around a bit transferring my contacts from my old phone, then on the train had a play around with it to see what had changed.

New phones, like new computers, are weird. Everything's empty - no messages, no files, everything pristine and factory-resetted (resat?). The "Pictures" directory on my phone contained nothing but a few stock images... some rather lovely stylised flowers and animals, a pyschedelic bridge, a couple of variants of my network's logo, and a blurry picture of dmh.

( What!? )