A man stops me in an art gallery. He's got the sunken cheeks of a smoker and a fine mustache, and he smells like an ashtray. He puts his backpack on the ground, then reaches out and touches a sculpture mounted on the wall.
”Oops”, he says. “Do not touch. Shoulda known.”
I lie to him and tell him it's all good.
”I gotta question for ya buddy”, he says. “I got this phone, and I gotta meet somebody over here by the train, and it won't download Messenger. Sometimes I can get it to take pictures, but it always has this screen when I first turn it on.”
He shows me the phone and it reads, STORAGE FULL.
In the camera app, he dismisses the warning and tries to take a picture, and the warning just pops up again and again: STORAGE FULL.
”I don't know why it's doin' that, I delete everything I put on there.”