Your phone is your alarm, so your first minute is everyone else’s.

The alarm goes off and the phone is already in your hand. Email first, then the feed, then the small dread of being behind before you are upright.

Nothing is wrong with you. The first thing you touch each morning was built by people who want your attention, and it works.

One card, read before you scroll, is thirty seconds of something that is not theirs. Nothing to open, nothing to fill in, nothing to keep up.