One of those times when reading to one of my kids before bed and the book is so good I don’t realize they’ve fallen asleep.

Have to re-read the last chapter tomorrow night I guess.

Photo of a page from Station Eleven: No more Internet. No more social media, no more scrolling through litanies of dreams and nervous hopes and photographs of lunches, cries for help and expressions of contentment and relationship-status updates with heart icons whole or broken, plans to meet up later, pleas, complaints, desires, pictures of babies dressed as bears or peppers for Halloween. No more reading and commenting on the lives of others, and in so doing, feeling slightly less alone in the room. No more avatars.