I check my social media feed in the dentist office waiting room. A family on a ski trip, hatted and goggled, eyeless and faceless is stacked on top of a me too sexual harassment story which is atop a call for gun control, a plea from a friend to save cats in an animal shelter who are scheduled for slaughter, a photo of my niece at her school spring festival with a garland of yellow blooms round her crown. An ache begins to rise in my stomach. So that, when I am called in for my root canal, I am relieved.
I no longer look at people. I glance at people. Then I glance at my phone. I glance back up at them.
Interactions have become snapshots. Boom, there’s my kid. Boom, there’s my phone screen telling me something critical. Boom, there’s my kid. Boom, there’s an email notification for an art exhibit at MoMa. Giacometti. Lumbering bronze creatures. Boom there’s my kid. Saying something. Wait, boom there’s a post of one of the wonders of the world – the most beautiful. Hanging Gardens of Babylon. How lovely. Wait, my kid. Boom. Wait. He has left the room. Ah. Now I can properly focus on the wonders of the world.