His phone rang non-stop. He reflected on the heavy burden of popularity. It lay on the floor in the corner of the living room, basking in a shaft of sunlight blasting through the window. He sat diagonally across from it in order to create as much space as possible.
His phone rang non-stop. Each time, the thing across the room would perk up, watching his phone, hoping this call would be different. But he never responded to the incessant wails of popularity. He sat and observed it, even as it observed his ringing, ringing, ringing phone.