There are so many lives packed into one. The one life we think we know is only the window that is open on the screen. The big window full of detail, where the meaning is often lost among the facts. If we can close that window, on purpose or by chance, what we find behind is another view.
This window is emptier. the cross-references are cryptic. As we scroll down it, looking for something familiar, we seem to be scrolling into another self - one we recognise but cannot place. The co-ordinates are missing, or the co-ordinates pinpoint us outside the limits of our existence.

iPad is about the same as iPhone, only bigger.