Me and my ego are wandering. You can see me, but not my ego, well hidden behind a screen of social behavior. I want to keep parts of my interior me secret, maybe wrapped into lies, who knows?
A smile can be a lie.
My mobile is a filter between you, me and my ego. Your words will hit me with a slight delay, letting me react properly. Your words will hit my ego, too. But this slight delay will help preserve it.
My whole person will be less involved, I am a bit safer.
The bigger the screen is, including reaction’s time, the safer I am.
Ego, let’s go. Mobile.