Frantic

Very afraid, very sorry, but absolutely resolute.

The Triumph of Surrealism (1937), Max Ernst

It started a few months ago. Whenever I asked Siri to play me some music, she’d take this fucking tone with me. At first I thought I was imagining things. Then I figured it was my fault for choosing an Indian accent for her. Maybe there was some cultural divide that I just couldn’t breach. I’d been demanding mu…