As I mentioned, I went to see Dark Knight Rises. I was standing in the lobby before they let us in and I noticed most people waiting with me were texting. I don’t text. I don’t want to know how. My reality, such as it is, is right where I am, where I’m standing, listening, looking. I like to get involved where I am. I like to look at faces and look at couples and wonder who they are. I like to tell myself stories about where I am. Chronic texters choose to leave their immediate, spatial reality — the place they are in — for some other reality somewhere else of chatting or whatever they do. That alternate reality has more reality for them than what I consider the real reality. Sad.