by Cesare Rocchi

That White Thing

It was 2004. I decided to buy a Mac. It was an iBook G4. I was about to click “Buy” when I spotted an offer for another white thing. Did I need it? I thought I didn’t, but I added it to the cart anyway. It even delayed the whole shipment. I didn’t know it yet, but it was worth it. It was an iPod. I took it with me while I was running, sleeping, in line at the post office, on the train.

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