I’m the freak on the subway. No headphones, no Kindle, my head not buried in my i-phone. A luddite riding underground watching and observing life. I own technology and limp through the updates in our updated world. A half believer in the church of Apple. A freak.
I like to sit in my down-time, thoughts swimming in my head, the eye-candy of the world around me. But I feel my hand, without approval from my brain, reaching for my pocket or digging in my handbag desperately searching for its extension. I have the disease.
What’s going on behind that soft, cold glass that so desperately needs me?
It starts as innocently as wanting to know the time. The time turns to texts and emails, and onto endless safaris. Friends with distant smiles that are seen but never heard, cupcakes baked not tasted, birds that get angry.
But I just want to know the time.
Get a watch I say.
I love vintage watches in particular. They all have such great character and go beyond just telling the time. They say something about the wearer. If I could, my everyday watch would be the 1965 Rolex Rose Gold Day-Date beauty. All watches shown available on 1stdibs.com What is your watch? Do tell us.