And below it, one comment:
She almost laughed. A decade ago, her grandma Nirmala had been infamous for printing out her Facebook notifications, cutting them into strips, and stuffing them inside old jars. “The screen is too small,” Nirmala used to say, squinting at her clamshell phone. “240 by 320 pixels. That’s not a life. That’s a postage stamp.” facebook jar 240x320
The first photo showed a man in a denim jacket, tagged “Sanjay, 2011 – waiting for the bus.” The next: “My first cappuccino – #fancy.” Then a blurry cat, a birthday cake with melted candles, a rainy windshield. And below it, one comment: She almost laughed
And below it, one comment:
She almost laughed. A decade ago, her grandma Nirmala had been infamous for printing out her Facebook notifications, cutting them into strips, and stuffing them inside old jars. “The screen is too small,” Nirmala used to say, squinting at her clamshell phone. “240 by 320 pixels. That’s not a life. That’s a postage stamp.”
The first photo showed a man in a denim jacket, tagged “Sanjay, 2011 – waiting for the bus.” The next: “My first cappuccino – #fancy.” Then a blurry cat, a birthday cake with melted candles, a rainy windshield.