Lorna’s instamatic camera has passed between hands often and long enough at least for someone among the gathered to snap a picture of her in mid-motion, to the right of Magali who remains as well unaware of the shutter, both faces transfixed by something beyond the frame. It occurs to me now to ask, wishfully, did I take the photograph?
Frank takes a selfie, pretending he’s looking at something on the screen rather than recording himself holding a beer alone in an empty bar, pumped up music elevating a mediocre moment into something wild and worth celebrating. He's a kind of celebrity since, now, he uploads it to Facebook, where it will be seen and hopefully liked and commented on by dozens of people. Yes, they're there—faces frozen in profile pictures on pages he's followed—Warcraft, NY Jets, Douglaston H.S.—likes adding up like hits in a pinball game.