He was eating with a casualness that was only a little forced, doing a good job of keeping his mask up. Jam knew how hard it was to stick one to your face around people you didn’t have to do that with before. But when realities diverged and you found yourself on a different path from people you used to share a path with…well. Masks were useful then; not quite lies, not quite truths. Just decisions about what to be and what to show. Curation.
