Indestructible: A Love Letter to My Nokia Years
Before the world was obsessed with megapixels, touchscreens, and the anxiety of "read receipts," there was an era of simplicity. An era of buttons. An era of the Brick. If my life in schools was measured in grade levels, my social life as a young adult was measured in Nokia models. Here is the history of me and the phone that could survive a nuclear apocalypse. The Arrival of "The Brick" (The 3310 Era) I vividly remember the day I got my first Nokia. It felt significant, like being handed the keys to a tank. It didn't have a data plan. It didn't have a camera. It didn't even have color. But it had something better: immortality. The Nokia 3310 wasn't just a phone; it was a blunt force object. I dropped it on concrete, down stairs, and once, famously, into a puddle. The result? The floor broke, the stairs chipped, and the puddle evaporated out of fear. The phone just rebooted and asked me for the time. The Essentials: Battery Life: I charged this thin...