Sometimes when I see Pictures of wintry gravel roads Or snow covered pavements, I swear I can smell the crisp cold air Or feel the crunch of fresh snow beneath my feet - Borderline tactile hallucinations. These days, I can barely remember the names Of people that I have met Or the places I have been. I am not sure If this is a result of my handheld device And the barrage of social media posts That I now pore over. (2/3)