The Anti-phone

Linda Plaisted

This is my kind of telephone. It is made of celluloid and string, and
does not, in fact, connect to any other being in any other place but

Ever since my Mom died a few years ago, I have developed a
strong aversion to speaking on the telephone. The sound of another
voice separated from me by unreachable distances is simply too acutely
abstract for me to bear. Years of days later I can still hear her
voice the last time we spoke and the sound of the silence made by hanging up the telephone for the very last time.

So, use your words if you please, because I love words almost more than anything. You can email me, chat me up on IM, send me a Valentine or
sit on my sofa and let me offer you a drink, but please, if you love
me, don't call.

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