Instinctively your thumb reaches for one of the many content churners, but then your brain clicks and you remember you uninstalled them months ago. In the hang time, you consider your options. Not in the mood to text, and actually now that you think about it you haven't got enough data to do much else online. You think fondly of the days before the transit-wide wifi system was gutted. There are some articles and books you have downloaded, but you have a feeling they might put you to sleep, and you really don't want to make that mistake again. There's that email from Sarah, but you haven't got the wherewithal to respond. You can't believe her audacity, conjuring such visceral feelings out of nowhere. It's been months since you heard from her, you really were starting to worry. Of course she didn't even respond to what you'd said in the last email you sent her. "I miss you", unbelievable. You snake the headphones out of your pocket, untangle them. You open your podcasts; nothing that sounds good. You open your music app and hit shuffle all.