It’s time to bring back the dumb phone

This month has easily been the most Twitter-saturated of my life. As Donald Trump upsets the order of the civilized world, I now regularly find myself in a familiar instinctive pose — left arm folded in, supporting a right hand elevating a smartphone toward my face — reading about the world in a state of growing disbelief. 140-character parcels of angst and black humor hurtle past my eyes and bombard my brain, triggering some chemical reaction that’s at once unpleasant and yet intoxicating. I don’t likereading all this bad news on Twitter, and yet I can’t bring myself to stop. I’m unable to look away from the slow-motion train crash.

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