When he’s staring into a screen, he’s staring into the abyss. That void of his own making. Of course the abyss would stare back at you.

Everything is about the phone; everything is about the internet.

Water would fuck up a phone-person. A celestial being wouldn’t personify an inanimate, man-made object; that’s just stupid. They could only take the form of an idea.

The iPhone actually takes pretty damn good photos—even Annie Leibovitz thinks so.

Texts should be blue, not green.