You’re walking home from work. You decide to stop for a few seconds to pull out your phone to check your Facebook. Or maybe you didn’t decide to stop. Maybe you are somehow programmed to stop and check your Facebook whenever your pace slows down. Nevertheless, you come to a complete stop. As you stare at the tiny screen, dozens, hundreds of strangers pass you by. Further away, a cab speeds by. A few feet away from the cab, a truck pulls into a one-way street. Half a block away from the truck, a homeless man begs for change and is ignored by the passerby’s. Across the river, a junkie is hustling for his next fix. A few blocks down, a woman nurses her newborn child. A mile down, a man is living his last few hours on Earth, since he will be shot dead before the sun goes down. Across the ocean, a hungry child sits on the side of a dusty dirt road as local villagers pass her by. Further away, an overcrowded bus speeds by. A few feet away from the bus a truck full of black market weapons pulls into a dirt road. A bit farther down a homeless man sleeps in his makeshift bed made of scrap fabrics. Across the river, a drug baron is hustling local officials to move his merchandise into Europe. A few houses down, a woman gives birth to a stillborn child. A mile down, a man is living his last few hours on Earth, since he will be shot dead before the sun comes up. Across the ocean, you tuck your cellphone back into your pocket, since nothing really went on since the last time you checked your Facebook.