Notes

Silverline

On the subway, a late Friday night commute home, the man next to me sets his phone’s wallpaper to a photo of a grinning child, presumably his son. Then he proceeds to go through each screen of icons, moving them off the boy’s face. Screen after screen of tapping and dragging, tapping, dragging, then flipping through to check — until each time the visage is lovingly ringed by app icons.