For ten years my iPod — in various incarnations — was my
constant companion. It went with me on road trips and backpacking
through the wilderness. I ran with it. I swam with it. (In a
waterproof case!) I listened to sad songs that reminded me of
friends and family no longer with me. I made a playlist for my
wife to listen to during the birth of our first child, and took
the iPod with us to the hospital. I took one to a friend’s wedding
in Denmark, where they saved money on a DJ by running a four hour
playlist, right from my iPod. And because the party lasted all
night, they played it again.
Everyone played everything again and again.
And now it’s dead. Gone from the Apple Store. Disappeared, while
we were all looking at some glorified watch.