Juanjo Gasull for BI
The other day, I was waiting for the subway, standing next to a woman in her pajamas making breakfast. She wasn't actually next to me but on the screen of another rider's iPhone. The flashes of movement on the screen and their loud conversation caught my attention. I wasn't trying to be nosy, but I (and several other commuters around me) was suddenly involved in what would have been a private, intimate moment.
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