12.15.25: The Cracked Screen

A cracked phone screen is like a scar. You still use it, but every swipe reminds you of the moment it happened. Dropped on concrete, slipped from a pocket, slammed against a table. I once kept a cracked phone for two years, lines spreading like spiderwebs, until I almost forgot the screen was broken. That’s the thing about cracks. You get used to them. They become part of your world. Sometimes you even miss them when they’re gone. A brand-new screen feels strange, sterile, like starting over with someone you don’t recognize yet.