The solid body sits upon the desktop, free of even a hairline of movement. My personal connection to anything and everything worldwide, sitting in palm's reach. Graspable in an instant. A recollection of memories is digitally available to me 24/7. A couple clicks. Bing, bang, boom. Photo Album: View. Photo memories at the touch of my bitten off fingernails. Contact, physically or not, lies within the black plastic limits of this electronic device. A handheld brick filled with endless virtual pathways awaiting my arrival. All that's necessary is a flick of my wrist and the push of a button...