the wellingtonista

Wireless barbed wire encircles my property. I can't step off without becoming lost from the interweb. Unlike the Matrix, I want to stay plugged in, sifting electronic krill into my being. But oh the pain as sweet Wellington calls me to tumble down the hills to play. Early today, as the starlings fly close over the house home from their raucous party in the trees outside Astoria, my life changed dramatically. Nestled on my front porch, a parcel with the Vodafone Nokia 6121 classic. Whats that! An earthquake ripples under my feet as I climb down our 52 steps. Trembling with feverish excitement, I log onto my new phone, and check the Geonet earthquake drums. West coast by the looks of it, the Karori drum barely registered. I check the Met Service report. Seems today may be a good one for spotting bedraggled umbrellas in the city rubbish bins. First stop and second probably, coffee - I bet a new Mojo will have opened by the time I am in the city. Oh the freedom and joy. Oh the irony that the wires that bound me have ultimately set me free.

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