As the light faded, so did my phone. There, on the 18.43 from Cambridge, the sun setting over the Fens, my battery died. Boredom, that dimly recalled emotion of a pre-smartphone childhood, beckoned — and needed to be repulsed. Instinctively, I opened my laptop. I logged onto the train wi-fi, but it failed. I logged on... read full story

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