Last night I dreamt my phone was a tombstone

I'm walking through a field of old boot logos — the Android robot cracked and mossy, Nexus badges half-sunk into the dirt. I'm trying to remember which phone each one belonged to, but the names keep slipping. I wake up and check my shelf of dead devices and just... hold them for a minute. Weird how a slab of glass and metal can feel like a person you're trying not to forget.