Sitting on the plastic toilet, I took out my phone and googled ‘something to hold on to’ and got pop song lyrics. The fasten seatbelt sign dinged on and off insultingly, which escalated the protest further. I could hear magazines being torn in the cabin, air vents opening full blast all at once, terrible screaming. I googled ‘dying alone’. There was a link to Urban Dictionary, but when I followed it I was told ‘dying alone isn’t defined’. If I was somebody with a different search history, would I have gotten a more helpful answer?
— from ‘Sig Sauer’, a story by Mike Ostrov in The Lifted Brow #22.