The Weight of the Portable Bull
— Portable Bull
I’ve been thinking about attention lately. Not as a virtue, but as a scarce currency we keep spending on nothing. A five-minute wait for a train becomes a frantic scroll through someone’s vacation photos. A quiet evening becomes a debate with a stranger in a comment section that neither of us will remember tomorrow. portablebull.blogspot.com
This isn’t a Luddite manifesto. I like the toys. I like knowing things instantly, finding obscure songs, texting a friend a dumb joke at 2 AM. But I also miss the old heaviness — the non-portable kind. The weight of a book in a bag. The weight of waiting. The weight of a conversation that doesn’t get interrupted by a buzz. The Weight of the Portable Bull — Portable
The field is still there. The bull will wait. A quiet evening becomes a debate with a