“My mind echoes a chant: Don’t look at your phone. Whatever you do, don’t look at your phone.
I sit alone on the bench, outside of a café as I wait for a friend. The lines on each passing face, the way they hold their hands, the postures they keep—it all tells a story. They are strangers, but I fill in details of their lives with imagination and prayer.”
“Prayers of a Wondering Mind,” essay of Wyatt Massey.