She walked back through her apartment. The walls were featureless, painted in neutral colours. The bright wallpaper she’d been so delighted with wasn’t overlaid any more; the Wall of GIFs that made her laugh most mornings was gone. The floating heads of Facebook friends and Instagram frenemies were gone too, trapped behind the glass of her phone screen. They still moved and smiled and joked when she tapped on them. But tapping a phone wasn’t the same as waving to somebody in front of you or flipping the bird at an unsuspecting oversharer. It felt like trying to communicate with butterflies in a box… More at Wareable.
A quick read for the start of the week.