W hat would happen if tomorrow morning every smartphone just… stopped? Not broken. Not upgraded. Just gone. No tiny glowing rectangle. No vibrating pocket. No phantom buzz convincing you someone, somewhere, needs you immediately. Would the world collapse? Or would it exhale? The first iPhone showed up in June 2007, courtesy of Apple, and we applauded like we had just been handed fire. And in many ways, we had. A library in your palm. A camera. A map. A jukebox. A portal to your crazy aunt’s conspiracy theories. We said, “This will make life easier.” And it did. Until it didn’t. I’m getting to the age where I’m forgetting what it felt like to not reach for something every 37 seconds. To sit at a red light and simply… sit. To stand in line and just exist. To not know what someone ate for lunch three time zones away. There was a time — not ancient history, just pre-2007 — when if you didn’t know something, you waited. You wondered. You survived. Now, curiosity lasts four seconds...