Unphoning

Orbital Operations for 2 August 2026

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THE WORLD SERVICE

UNPHONING

The phone is in the bag.

I keep using the phone as a fidget wheel or going down pointless reading holes or infinite scrolls. At some point, I forgot that the ideas come when you’re staring into space or listening to music or doing nothing at all. Occasionally I have to do these hard resets. This time is going harder than usual.

I’m stuffing the phone in a bag when I go out, and setting it so I mostly only get message notifications. The smartphone is a useful tool that I manage many things from. I can even write material on it. But I don’t get that many messages, or much email, and my office handles a lot of stuff for me, and frankly I need to get the fucking thing out of my hand again. Because I don’t need it in my hand. There is no reason but habit to be carrying the thing with me everywhere. And you can’t write on a laptop or in a notebook with a phone in your hand.

I’ll tell you why I’m going harder this time. I have half a dozen artists waiting for me to come up with something for them, at their request. I have a novella that I’m still not happy with, and I need to come up with a few more. I have a few tv/film projects in early days. Several other things floating around. I still have to finish a massive essay for a reprint project. I have a stack of overdue jobs.

The day after I stuck my phone in my bag, my morning desktop review of RSS feeds threw up half a dozen versions of the story that Christopher Nolan doesn’t have a smartphone. Because he knows he would get addicted to it, and he wants that time where he can stare out of the window and think about stories and just let his mind wander. Now, as I said to Robin Sloan the other day, Nolan has a whole team of people to handle email and messages for him. And probably drive him places and order stuff for him. But I think the principle holds.

Especially since that, by Friday night, I had the germs of three new ideas.

Not hermit, you understand. I can still be found, I still handle my own messaging apps. When a message pings, I’ll pick it up. It is always nice to hear from people. But the hyperconnected days are over. David Lynch had a point about room to dream. It is time to go. 

Graphic novella codenamed PROJECT LOST SIERRA is now in the publishing company’s system and I believe it is solicited next month for a November release.

THE PLANETARY COMPENDIUM is now out, from DC Comics.

OCEAN is being reissued from Image Comics in November.

OPERATIONS

OUTSIDE

On Monday, I went out to London. Stuck my phone in my bag, watched everyone else around me stare at their phones, looked out the window.

I saw the above: a tribute to the recently deceased Eliane Radigue, whose work I love.

It was incredible.

In the queue at the Cafe Oto, the guy next to me first took out a laptop to look at, then his phone, then a Fire tablet. I mean, that’s some fucking commitment to not looking around. And then the guy on the other side of me took out a portable radio and put Jazz FM on.

Also, my first Aperol spritz of the season, somehow:

We have a first-generation Thai community in town, which means that I can get a fuck-off Tamarind Duck whenever I want.

Thank god for immigrants. We’d still be boiling vegetables otherwise.

(Mind you, as an island, we’ve always been a territory of immigrants. The part of the country I live in has variously been Danish and German. The very word England is derived from “land of the Angles,” the Angles being a tribe from Jutland. No immigration? No Britain. Come and live with us. We like you. Bring your culture. And your food.)

Dan at the deli made me eat sheep cheese.

When my daughter was very little, she tasted some goat cheese at a farmers’ market. They all loved her because she was interested in everything and she’d try anything. The woman said, how does it taste? And my appalling daughter said, “Like I licked a goat.”

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Biological warfare is illegal. Biological weapons are illegal. And yet biological weapons exist. The biological weapons that exist include genetically modified weapons designed for hypervirulence and human-to-human transmission. Weapons with a high lethality rate, and no known cure.

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It ends in dystopia.

And it echoes biological war scenarios run by the Pentagon.


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