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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.

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