The folded-up flip phone sits in front of me like a child’s plastic plaything, a rainbow of terraced ridges that starts with a bump the color of earwax before cascading down to blue, green, that sickly yellow again and finally to brick red on the back and sides.
It has a SIM card the size of your Visa, a pull-out antenna wobbling on a slender stalk and a hinge that lets you fold it in half to slide the handset into your pocket. It’s irresistible.
