a minor crisis of sorts

I am enjoying some Gregorian chants by some females. So everything is back to the normal of sorts. twas not so earlier. I was vulnerable. I seldom feel this way but occasionally it happens. It rips the very fabric of commonality. A tear that suddenly, other things are more important than other things. Several scenarios played in my mind and made me appreciate the comfort of knowing things weren’t as bad as they could’ve been. Allow me to expound dear bot.

You see, a few days earlier in the present year as I write this I so happen to have been a victim of my own circumstances. I dropped my phone. My so called smartphone. It is an android and its of an Asian variant. Suffice to say it could’ve not happen in a worst place. I was at a train platform in the beginning of the better half of a cold winter here in Scandinavia. This means that gravel tends to dot the platform so as to avoid a slippery ground. This gravel tends to be small rocks hard as nails. I was entertaining myself making a video for my barrio. In the excitement one often finds oneself in when one is about in an illusion of sorts, I failed, in retrospective, to take into account the power of Ehecatl in this part of the woods in Sweden. Heeding the call of gravity, my phone crashed hard into the asphalt that covered the train platform of Brinellskolan here in Nässjö.

Days, weeks, months passed and today, that accident came by to remind itself of that day. Outta of the blue my android phone which had a crack of sorts and other display phenomena that require better minds to explain began to flicker odd rows of different colors and hues. I was left out of a world. Banished and forlorn I was amiss and orphaned. My daily chores suddenly took a backseat to the current present of the hour. This sort of situations put a lot of things into perspective. I was left out cold in this society. In Sweden, a telephone is a palpitating heart that if it stops ticking then you are all but gone and the sweats near. You cannot ID yourself and can’t access most services if you lack an electronic trinket such as an android.

I had to resort to old tech. I paid my train ticket with my visa card. I usually just have my android churn out a QR image to show am allowed to travel in the train system. Since I have a few packages on the way, had I not the android up and running as it ought to do so, I would have been unable to pick up said packages. What worried me most was my so called bank id. My phone is the key to my bank account. Just getting around that issue is a nightmare for those that end up in a cobweb that ensnares financial issues. Which goes to show how entrapped is one to society these days. Once you engage with the web it entangles every aspect of your daily routine so much that breathing depends on how much entangled you are in this electronic silk.

I need to withdraw from BankId. This is the lesson that I have learned today. Of today’s lesson, perhaps this is the one that matters the most. I could have done without the train ticket. I can somehow circumvent that. Banking without a so called phone is just scary. And it’s not just banking off course, identifying oneself is of the utmost importance and it leaves one out of the world wide web like a stranger in a new milieu. I had better luck than most in these sort of situations. I could pay my train ticket and find a place that could help me. Somehow I did not panic but I did do the usual paranoia scenario of multiple scenarios of different outcomes, yes, that was I imagining the worst.