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We could put it down. Leave the phone in another room. Close the laptop at 8 PM. Walk without a route. But the bull has become part of the posture — a slight forward lean, thumbs ready, eyes half-focused on the middle distance where the next little dopamine hit lives.

The portable bull is the weight we choose. That’s the part that stings. portablebull.blogspot.com

We carry so much now. Not just phones, not just keys, not just the low-grade anxiety of a dozen unread notifications. We carry whole ecosystems in our pockets — calendars, cameras, chat logs, little mirrors that reflect back our own curated boredom. We could put it down