Danielle and Céline’s credit cards keep levitating, seemingly of their own accord, out of our back-of-phone wallets and into ShopPay checkout fields that we obediently fill out in fugue states. We desire for rich hot chocolate to appear on command, followed by the theatrical splash of a single, giant cubed marshmallow. We imagine ourselves, in Palo Alto…
A Last-Minute Gift Guide for People Who (Mostly) Don’t Need More Stuff
December is a strange time of year.
