There’s a thief in my life. It steals something precious, and yet I don’t even notice, I even help it rob. I’m consumed by this thief, my fancy pacemaker, controlling me so I ask “How can I live without you?” It’s hard to say no to something so pleasing, distracting me with sweets while silently robbing me. We’re more connected than ever, yet we struggle alone against an addiction of our volition. Oh, to live a day unbothered, unburdened. Allowed to rediscover ourselves. How freeing it’d be to remember how it felt to be untethered, no longer enslaved to my metal master. If only the thief could give back what it's taken. Ding! Our screens light up as our lives get dimmer and we start to forget the value of our limited time, of our lives.