I freeze time everyday. Passing people clutching phones with desperate fingers and dead eyes, replaced by the reel of social media feeds. Thumbs–up, down. Up down. Nothing to say to one another except “see me” until someone does and their attention is quantified as a wedding ring and and a white dress, black tux, and a kiss that carries the promise of stability and relevance and there’s nothing else we could ever hope for, really. Approximately everything else is attainable. It’s all very satisfying.