“Her moodiness...” my mother says in a loud whisper to Aunt Arlene. “It's those teenage hormones.”I glare at the back of her head. She'd be moody too if she were responsible ... [+]
In front of him, for nearly every minute he was awake, there was a screen.He tried to recall a time when it wasn't this way. He couldn't, so he watched old movies to try to remember."Yeah, but this was Hollywood," he said to himself when he saw a man and a woman kissing on a first date, when he watched friends hug without a care in the world. "Nothing about their movies can be trusted."He returned to his work of updating software for the new version of a government surveillance app. He could do it in his sleep; he often felt like he did. Increasingly, he wasn't sure exactly when he was awake a