custom tech rebellion 2025-09-15T04:52:22Z
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Staring at my lifeless phone every morning felt like confronting a tiny gray prison. That slab of glass and metal held my entire world – photos, messages, memories – yet reflected nothing of the chaos and color thrashing inside me. I'd scroll through feeds exploding with vibrant art and handmade treasures while my own device remained a sterile, corporate monolith. One rainy Tuesday, frustration boiled over. I nearly hurled the damned thing against the wall when my thumb slipped on its impersonal