You hold death in your hands, the insistence of vapidity, the suburban wreckage of your brain shines brightly across the couch, your nerves splay then reduce to the involuntary scroll of your thumb. Here is a forest fire, an orangutan hopping up and down at the sight of a pretty girl on the other side of the glass. Here a child’s hand emerges from under rubble. In your surrender, you are unable to reach out so you keep scrolling. Now a farmer holds out a PVC pipe and a snake slides willingly into its capture. Now the rescued sheep trips head first back into a ditch. A stray dog breaking into a Dollar General multiple times to steal a pink stuffed animal is mistaken for love. You share the story with your wife who sits only five feet away. You forget the indifference of pixels, that the dog whose tongue lolls over the unicorn’s horn was already cruelly abandoned or perhaps running from what would subjugate him. Overwhelmed by sentiment, you forget that there is still time.