Phones are many things. 

First of all they’re phones. They text. They send emojis. Crying laughing face, etc. 

They’re also ipods that play hit songs like wagon wheel and stuff by the fray.

Phones do other stuff too on account of having cameras bolted on the sides so you can take pictures with a dog filter on your face. 

Phones are what I use to watch videos, all types.

Phones are pocket sized reminders that no amount of self regulation or discipline can combat the allure of bright lights.

A source of irreparable harm to our brain chemistry, relentlessly they flood our feeble minds with supernormal stimuli—our own little crack dispensing rat-levers, a dose that not only dims ourselves but the world around us.    

Phones are what we use to play angry birds.

Phones are many things, but most of all, phones are coasters.