“My dad owns every law firm in this province,” the lawyer’s daughter laughed after ramming her brand-new Tesla into my old Subaru

footprints into narratives.

Every login attempt, every IP address, every social media post—little fragments of a larger story about what someone is doing, what they care about, what they’re trying to hide.

I sat down at my desk, woke up my computer, and pulled up the photo I’d taken of the Tesla’s license plate while the driver was laughing at me.

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