I sit on the train going over the Williamsburg bridge on my way back home to Brooklyn. Just outside the window, the New York City skyline and a million twinkling lights are passing in view:
Over 60 million tourists come to the city every year just to get views like this. But I don’t look at any of that.
Instead, I’m dressed in black and completely engrossed in a screen about half the size of my face. I’m tap-tap-tapping on the screen and pinching and gesturing. I’m gorging on colorful visuals and drinking in shimmering sounds of affirmation and new loot.