It’s a small toggle that allows the brain the equivalent of kicking one’s shoes off at the end of the day I remember, because I am petty, an argument I had with an air steward years ago. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to turn your phone off while we take off,” she said. “Oh, it’s on airplane mode,” I replied. “Yes, but while we take off, you’ll have to turn the device off.” “But it’s on… airplane mode,” I said again. “This is what it’s for. This situation. That’s even… that’s the name.” She wasn’t having it. Being British, “aeroplane mode” would be a more accurate description, but because Silicon Valley has now swallowed the Earth and we’re all just addicts being buried alive, the American “airplane mode” is what most of us call the setting that prevents signal transmission, thereby disabling calls, text messages and wifi. It is the way we switch off – without actually switching off. It allows us a pause in the constant chatter of life. It is a deep breath of the analogue. It’s a small toggle that allows the brain the equivalent of kicking one’s shoes off when home and sprawling across the sofa.
Read full story