My phone vibrated against the back of my hand. I took it out. I had a text from Maggie. Brunch tomorrow? Yes, please, I thought. I need to tell you about Coney Island. I need to ask if you miss the paper arcade tickets like I do, if you, too, appreciated the tangible victory, if you’re also sad about the digitization of the world. I need to know if you understand because I really think you will. But I didn’t say any of that. I didn’t respond at all.
oh….yeah
