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I should start by saying I do not hate Airbnb. Actually, despite its shortcomings, I love it, and I use the app almost exclusively when I'm travelling for leisure. I've had plenty of great experiences: a villa on the beach of a surf island in the Philippines, a cabin in Scotland with a fireplace complete with a perfect-for-Instagram wood chopping station, a glass house optimal for Aurora viewing in Iceland... but this is not those stories.

When I was in high school, before phones and cars directed you to your destination, I would write directions on the tops of my hands so I could read them as I drove. It was an effective (if problematic) way to get from point A to point B without looking down at printed MapQuest directions, but it left no room for error.

A friend of mine told me that, before she had a mobile navigation device, if she accidentally diverted from the directions she wrote down ahead of time, she would pull over and call her parents, describe her surroundings, and have them direct her back on course.

Faced with a seemingly infinite number of media subscription services, it is sometimes necessary for the modern content consumer to ask which ones are actually worth it and which ones are basically a scam monetising our collective need for distraction and stimulation.

I love sunscreen. I wear it every day — even in the winter, even when it’s overcast. Applying sunscreen regularly is one of the few things you can do to directly prevent cancer (skin cancer is the most common form of cancer in Australia). It’s also the best anti-ageing product you can use. Do you know why older skin gets dull, wrinkled and spotted? It’s because of years of exposure to the sun.

Everyone, from time to time - or at every single moment of every single day - wishes they could somehow escape technology. It isn't ultimately that fun to be inundated at all hours with the collapse of society, the weekend activities of people you barely knew 10 years ago, bad memes, worse TV, and so on.

You can smash your phone, or delete those apps most obviously harmful to your mental health, but people will resent you for it, and besides, you won't actually be escaping anything. You can close your eyes in a burning building, but you'll still feel the flames.

A few weeks ago, I was enjoying one of my favourite activities: Reading an enthralling piece of fiction before bed. This time it was Pachinko by Min Jin Lee. Just as I was being transported to 20th-century Japan, I heard a loud, fluttering sound near my window. I saw some movement and assumed a moth had flown in. (No, my window does not have a screen. But my air conditioning was broken, and I needed some air flow, Thank You Very Much.)

Waking up in New York City can be like a safari - all you need to do is listen rather than open your phone the second your alarm goes off. I might notice five different species from my bed: Sparrows cheeping, blue jays jay-ing, mourning doves cooing, cardinals pewing, and even a chickadee, well, chicka-dee-dee-deeing.