We got our first TV set when I was 5 or 6. It was a hefty black and white one, with big buttons. The kind that you’d push one to cancel the other. Made a pleasant plastic noise when you’d change the channel.

I remember right around the time we got it, sitting on the kitchen floor, playing, when I asked my mom if God was watching everybody on screens like that. I do not remember her answer.

Lately I am trapped in a very persistent loop. If you ask me now, I’d say there better be a God watching us on screens. Otherwise this whole thing makes no fuckin’ sense.