Quite of the moment

I never spoke to anyone, except to request the cheque or to ask, at the hotel desk, where the ice machine was, though even these small transactions were minimised by the digital interfaces that had suddenly gone up everywhere, and which appeared to have been designed specifically for people in my position, people who had slipped between the cracks of their lives and were entirely content to remain in the cracks, unobserved by the world of conscience and daylight.

--Meghan O'Gieblyn