A repairman named Bill is coming to fix it this morning. When I ran my skin over the most deeply creviced areas, the minuscule slivers pulled away from the surface and became lodged, like splinters - surely a sign that it was time to do something about the screen. The shattered phone, whose cracks had been slowly growing more spiderweb-like and acquiring new routes along the glass, was beginning to chip so badly that my thumb was occasionally left red and raw. When that crystalline shard appeared, I decided to fix my iPhone screen. It was around the time of the third micro-sliver.
