Payphones. Relics of the past. At one point they were everywhere. So much so that we soon forgot to see them, just assuming one was nearby.
Time passed and before we realized it the phones we had relied upon for so many years were gone. Replaced by pocket super computers that did so much more than those long-lasting landlines ever could.
While I don’t really miss payphones I do find myself fascinated by the imprint they have left upon our society. I’m captivated by the shells they left behind, the ghosts of a vast network and infrastructure seemingly abandoned in place.
Some remain. Stalwart sentries standing guard, never sleeping but always watching. There to be called upon, or, rather, called from. Often they are battered and broken, vandalized, covered in graffiti and other markings unknown to most who pass by. Yet there they remain, ever vigilant.
When I pass by payphones I often cannot help myself from checking to see if it’s still connected to the network. Does it still have a receiver attached? If it does, is there a dial tone? More often than not, the answer is no. But every so often I hear that familiar set of tones resonating together.
I snap a picture and then continue on, forgetting about the payphone and moving on with my life.