For the last week or so, my Android smartphone was benched—I put it into a drawer, and for the next week, barely touched it. Instead, I used the new Nokia 3310, a reboot of Nokia's 17 year-old phone of the same name, which was once legendary for its longevity and near-indestructibility. I thought I'd suffer the week at the hands of a dumbphone—that I'd miss my emails, my apps, all of it. The week came and went.