The world is on the brink.
Evil people kill good, a pandemic rages across the world, and millions of people have no access to clean drinking water.
Despite humanity's challenges, people get worked into a frenzy about the next new iPhone.
In the run-up to the iPhone 12's release, I scrolled through countless articles on the 12's new colours, ceramic glass body, super-duper performance, MagSafe charging, and bionic chips.
I also read political stories but only to feel more adult.
But, on 6th November I plan to sit at the Mac and pre-order the iPhone 12 Pro Max, like dozens of other people .
What is it about the iPhone 12 that drives me to pre-order, and re-join the Apple Upgrade Programme?
I would love to publicly declare how my mind has evolved to the point where I wouldn't harm a fly.
But I can't, because I do harm flies.
When a bluebottle enters the home or garage, its minutes of life are numbered.
In the past, I would never have given a second thought to swatting a fly. But now, I pause and reflect. The insect represents much more.
I have rarely enjoyed attending church.
This is a terrible thing for a #Christian to admit, but I have always felt that if heaven was going to be like a church service, hell could be tempting.
My attempts to find a church, one in which I could be content, has had mixed success. But from early childhood, the signs were not good.
I am sure the independent delivery drivers for Amazon shake their heads in bewilderment when they see my address.
I shake my head when I see another delivery driver.
Although I was a regular user of Amazon pre-COVID, the pandemic has catapulted my use to new levels.
Tonight I had another reminder of why.
Memories are a mystery.
I'm at a loss to explain why my mind holds onto meaningless moments from the past, only to retrieve them at random.
When I was five or six years old, in the days of bread deliveries to the door, the bread man gave me a polo mint – once but never forgotten.
Thirty-five years ago, a colleague came to work in a raincoat, and I can still recall his walk along the office floor that day.
But not all moments are fleeting. There was one woman I encountered for a few hours when I was ten years old. I have adored her ever since, but we have never met.
When I heard Apple was considering a bundle subscription offer, I thought, here was a chance to enjoy Apple Music and News+ at a competitive rate.
How disappointing then, when we got bundles camouflaged with marketing instead of something more enticing.
Aside from holidays, one distraction from writing is the allure of YouTube.
When I switch on the desktop and begin to plan or flesh out a new post, YouTube accidentally opens a time travel doorway to the past.
My addiction to time travel began at the turn of the century, with the purchase of my first home computer.
I don't care what science says; I'll check that out in more detail sometime.
I love meditating because it has helped me develop a calmer outlook on life.
I explored meditation for mental health reasons following my late father's cancer diagnosis. Eleven years later, and I still practice.
My brother-in-law took over his childhood property after it lay empty for a year.
Gone were the animals, visitors, and home cooking in the oven. No windows lit at night.
I still remember my first visit to meet Rita's parents. I recall being surprised at how humble the home appeared — a simple kitchen with a stove and decor reminiscent of the 1970s.
When a relationship breaks down, we tend to question ourselves.
We relive mistakes and ask for another chance. Sometimes we get a second chance, only to regret going back.
That's how it was with #Twitter.