Stan exhaled slowly and forced the thought away before it could gain momentum.
'Not this morning. Not before coffee.'
Some existential crises could wait until after caffeine.
Sighing, Stan opened Snapchat.
Compared to his other platforms, this inbox was manageable.
Snapchat was like Whatsapp of this world, it was heavily gated. The account was only accessible to people whose QR codes he had personally scanned or whose contacts he had added himself. It functioned less like a public social-media profile and more like a private number.
And yet even that account attracted over a hundred messages a day now.
He scrolled through them quickly.
Most were from women who occupied one role or another in his increasingly complicated personal life.
Xenia checking in. Sarah sharing a minor detail about her morning.
Sophie sending a sequence of breakfast photos accompanied by the caption:
[Missing you.]
Maya forwarding a film review she was convinced he'd enjoy.
