He sat. The ferry horn sounded. She handed him a pair of vintage glasses with yellow-tinted lenses.

She smiled. "You’re living it. Stay on the island. Walk to the top of the hill. Find the old monastery. Watch the sunset without a screen. That is 1080p. Every pore of the world visible."

It sank in perfect 1080p—every bubble, every grain of sand, every ray of sunlight piercing the green water.