How to conquer our anxiety about being alone in this hyper-connected age.

I take my iPhone with me everywhere. It never leaves my side—and as a self-prescribed I.D.I.O.T, it’s always on. For some reason, I’m convinced that I should look at it every five minutes. It’s my adult pacifier that I can’t live without, and as a result I have a false sense of connectedness. I’m never alone because I’m always connected, always surfing, texting and talking—and while I love Jony Ive’s design brilliance, I despise the dependence and control this device has on me.

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