Cruxifux

If that ain’t the definition of enshittification then I don’t know what is.

I remember angrily soaking the numbers and waiting for the stuoid dial circle thing to return to the middle so you could get the next button.

I also remember me and my buddies throwing our flip phones at each other or the ground and shit, not as a novelty but because those things were just indestructible. It was more of a danger to who you were throwing it at than to itself. Safer to throw a rock at your friend than those phones in most cases.

We’ll be called “Fellating the Machine”