Alone in the woods, I did not ache for my phone, did not yearn to be online. Given the freedom to wander, a stack of novels to read and the explicit permission to ignore the news cycle, I read for hours without stopping. My only real distractions were hunger and cold. My heat came from a small wood-burning stove, and keeping the tiny house at the right temperature, it turned out, required the same kind of constant low-level attention as my Twitter feed.— Unplugged: what I learned by logging off and reading 12 books in a week (The Guardian)
I had similar feelings in June during our vacation to Italy. Even though I had my phone, I was disconnected — I only used it as a GPS and as a camera. No email, no social media, no Slack.