Lining the toilet seat with strips of torn Charmin, I sat down on the john to think. I pulled out my iPhone from my back pocket and navigated the Internet landscape for answers about Rocco.
My friend had not posted anything on his f*******: page, i********:, or Twitter account in seventy-two hours. His last f*******: entry was dated three days ago. “Love sucks,” he wrote with a broken heart and sad emoji face.
Who or what was he talking about? I wondered, scrolling through his feed and finding nothing to satisfying my curiosity.
I refreshed his other social media sites to see if he had checked in with the rest of the world in the last few minutes.
Not a word. His Net existence was minimal, if not a dark, empty void in the infinite stratosphere.
Then, a murmur, barely decipherable, rev
