The first and second notifications on his screen displayed "Ye is missing" followed by "Chess scandal involving vibrational beads." The third notification read, "Janna's hot dog water." The fourth notification exclaimed, "Your Giant Chest is ready to open!"

The man touched his own chest. They reminded him of barren flatlands. In fact, his entire body had nothing to show for.

Mindlessly scrolling through everything his social media and video recommendations had to offer without keeping track of time, the familiar sound of sizzling entered his ears. He hopped off his bed and back to the pot, blowing down the foam overflowing onto the stovetop. He snatched the leftover meat sauce from his refrigerator, mixing it in with the hastily strained overcooked pasta in a bowl. Once calmly situated at his tiny dining room table, he ate with his phone in his right hand.