You need the art in order to love the life.
First, if you love the Kindle and it works for you, it isn't problematic, and you should ignore all my criticisms and read the way you want to read.
In my case, adulthood itself was not an advance, although it was a useful waymark.
Many good poets are really essayists who write very short essays.
I'm often called obsessive, but I don't think I am any more than anyone else.
Sometimes I think with the telephone that if I concentrate enough I could pour myself into it and I'd be turned into a mist and I would rematerialize in the room of the person I'm talking to. Is that too odd for you?