It’s Sunday, and the sky is full of blue luminosity with a cotton ball weaving its way into view as it crosses the horizon. I’m sitting outside at a bar in Darling Harbour, breathing in the atmosphere and the laughter between me and my friends while sipping a fluorescent red spritzer.

As Harry, at the next table, takes the last sip of his Peroni, Veronica, his girlfriend, gets out her iPhone to start snapping away. I’m observing Harry and Veronica who have been appendaged to their smart phones for the last two hours. Veronica is obsessed with taking as many selfies and pictures of her Margarita as possible. Given our tables are so close to each other, I start chatting with her and find out that she has over 40 thousand followers on Instagram, which is why she has been taking so many photos