If all the electronics devices would stop

If for some weird reason if all the electronics devices would stop working this is how my life or a page from my diary would be.

4:00 AM:
Woke up at my usual time. Why? Because even without the internet, my body insists on torturing me with early mornings. By 4:15, I’m at my desk. No emails to check, no mindless scrolling through social media, no digital cat videos. I just stare into the void outside my window. The darkness stares back. The void wins.
Note to self: Maybe I should start meditating? Or, you know… sleeping like a normal person.

5:00 AM:
Wife wakes up and heads out for her morning walk. She seems unfazed by this tech apocalypse. Probably because she’s always been “unplugged.” Does this mean… we have to, like, talk more?

6:00 AM:
Made breakfast. Ate breakfast. In silence. Just me, the toast, and the eerie ticking of the kitchen clock, which has suddenly decided to become my only friend.

8:00 AM:
Exercise. Did some push-ups, then realized no one on Instagram was going to see this. So what’s the point?

9:00 AM:
Back at the window. The same old view of the same old building. No digital distractions to save me. The trees look like they could use a software update. Maybe even the sky needs a reboot.

9:04 AM:
Already bored of the window. Nature is overrated.

9:10 AM:
Headed to the bookshelf. Found a dusty old book on religion. Read two pages. Decided I’m way too young for a midlife crisis involving God. Maybe next year.

9:30 AM:
Someone’s fighting in the parking lot. Finally, some entertainment! Better than Netflix, honestly. No buffering, just pure, unfiltered human drama. Two people arguing over a blocked car. I’m rooting for the guy in the red shirthe’s got the fire in his eyes.

10:15 AM:
Pre-lunch nap. I’m not tired, but naps seem like the only valid escape from this cruel, Wi-Fi-less world.

11:30 AM:
Back to the window. Now even the fights have stopped. I’m left with nothing but the sound of my soul slowly evaporating into boredom.

12:00 PM:
Moved the lamp to the other side of the desk. Life’s about the little victories.

1:15 PM:
Lunch. There’s only so much excitement a sandwich can bring.

1:45 PM:
Post-lunch nap. Who needs productivity when there’s nothing to be productive about?

2:00 PM:
Stared at the ceiling, debating whether to paint the apartment or just my soul. The paint is peelingboth in the room and in my spirit.

3:15 PM:
Spotted the morning newspaper. Almost felt the urge to read it, but then I remembered: news is just violence wrapped in a photo of some smirking politician. Hard pass.

3:30 PM:
Found a murder mystery on the bookshelf. Read for 10 minutes, and realized my eyes are used to reading memes, not paragraphs. Closed it, because obviously, real books are too high-definition for me now.

4:00 PM:
Moved the lamp back to the other side. Yep, this is life.

5:00 PM:
Dinner. Already. Who’s in charge of time today?

5:15 PM:
Sudden gust of wind sent the newspaper flying across the room. Scrambled to gather the pages and saw a headline about war somewhere. If they nuke us all, at least I’ll have something new to look at.

7:00 PM:
Went to bed early. Dreamed of a world with screens, pixels, and notifications. Woke up wondering if tomorrow will be any different… Or if I’ll still be stuck staring at the same old window, like some tragic character in a Kafka novel.