It's on some boring *** essay written by anwar accawi, called the telephone. It's basically the rantings of some 50-60 year old guy (at the time he wrote it) about how his life (when he was a little kid lolol) was sooo amazing in the middle of nowhere, in a village that didn't have a single telephone (in the 1940's or '50s), but their lives were all destroyed when they got one.
There's only so many ways i can call the essay a bunch of bullsh*t.
Edited, Jul 23rd 2010 7:18am by ThePsychoticOne