Ebony ‘cell phone’, with beech buttons and copper hinges made in 2015 by Carl Weissinger, master woodworker, pastellist and friend.
I can use a button to order Christmas crackers; or, alternatively, to detonate a Molotov cocktail; as the mood takes me.
I can also use one of its buttons to hurl lightening: so useful on a dangerous Philly street at night.
I can order up dollars; or a prayer or a meal. I can send billets doux if I want to. Or an ordinary letter.
Best of all it does not ring, chirp or buzz or vibrate.
It is blissfully silent as a machine should be. It’s only sound is one of clapping when I close it. For its creator.