My iPhone is dead. It is official. Even an Apple Genius couldn't revive it after the water damage it suffered during a downpour on my walk the other night.
The reason I am posting about it is that it is more than annoying - it is also sad. This thing has been a constant companion and almost like an umbilical with its ubiquitous connection to my family, business, and social networks online. It has entertained me in endless airport queues and told me where I was when I hadn't a clue. I have played with it constantly enjoying the smooth, pebble like sensation as I rolled it in my hands almost as if it were worry beads.
It has been an efficient, aesthetic and emotional delight since I first turned it on and now it lies there without a pulse.