How much for a statement necklace that never notifies me of anything?
Sometimes it wakes me up: The email chime of my iPhone 5S, wringing liquid anxiety out of some reptilian part of my brain like a wet towel. During the day, at my job at Gizmodo, I write about the ways the ubiquitous internet is changing our cities, buildings, and environment—at night, it feels like I'm living in the inverted, dystopian version of that future.
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