My most used and most terrifying app on my phone is the bewildering swamp wilderness of the Notes app. For those unaware, the app has a simple function – it’s a place to jot down notes. It’s like a notebook but on your phone. A simple way to organise your life across your various devices. Genius!
And yet nothing causes me more existential dread than my Notes app because, for years now, instead of creating an ordered system of lists and separate topic-defined notes, I have shoved every single thought and message and draft and recipe and quote and password into one lumbering, behemoth note. A method of organisation turned into a scary hoarder’s lair, full of trash and secrets (my wifi password is in there, as well as several polite breakup texts).
