What a strange place the internet is, where we can reach a stranger by the slip of a key—or get their mail.
“Social media hold out the promise of authenticity, but never fulfill it. In this way, they reproduce the craving for authenticity.”
“I keep looking for that final update, confirmation that he is gone.”
“I can convince myself that the website’s tasteful design is at odds with child labor and unlivable wages.”
“No matter what else happens, I play my turn, and she plays hers.”
“I can’t zoom in far enough to see if we were happy, or sad, or changing, or lying to ourselves.”