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You know the feeling. You sit down with your morning coffee, ready to check the photos of your granddaughter’s dance recital on Facebook. You type in your password—the same one you’ve used since 2012, involving the name of your first…

You know that feeling. You reach into your pocket or purse for your phone, expecting the familiar, comforting slab of glass that contains your entire life. Instead, your hand meets… lint. Or a used tissue. Or perhaps the wrapper of…

You might’ve seen her. Or someone like her. She’s all over Instagram and TikTok. An older woman in a bright pink designer suit, giving hilariously blunt life advice to strangers on the street. She’s witty. She’s fearless. She says things…

Most of us have a pretty clear picture of what a pop idol looks like. Young. Glamorous. Maybe wearing something sparkly. Definitely not someone who remembers what life was like before television. So imagine the surprise when Japan’s newest internet…

You know the feeling. You are right in the middle of something important—like showing your neighbor a picture of your grandson’s new puppy, or perhaps checking the weather to see if you need an umbrella or a boat. You tap…

You know the sound. It’s that tiny, mournful bloop-bloop in your ear right in the middle of your granddaughter’s piano recital. Or perhaps it’s the sudden vibration on your wrist followed by a black screen just as you were about…

You know that small, plastic puck sitting on your kitchen counter? The one you bought (or were gifted by a well-meaning grandchild) that currently serves primarily as a very expensive egg timer? It sits there, blinking occasionally, listening to the…

Have you ever been sitting in your comfortable recliner, discussing something incredibly specific with your spouse—like how your left knee makes a concerning clicking sound when it rains—only to open your computer ten minutes later and see an advertisement for…

Most of us have a box somewhere. Maybe it’s in a closet, maybe it’s in the attic behind the Christmas decorations. Inside are letters. Cards. A few photos with curled edges. Maybe a voice on an old answering machine tape…

Remember the old days when you bought something, paid for it, and the transaction was simply… over? You walked out of the store with your toaster or your lawnmower, and the store owner didn’t follow you home to ask for…