A darkly lit interior of a hip Asian Fusion restaurant. 9:30 on Friday night. He is 65. She is 35, maybe, and has a child with her, seated at the table in a hanging highchair small enough to still be drinking from a sippy cup. What caught my attention: the baby child is fixated on a movie playing on a horizontally-propped-up-against-an-empty-beer-glass iphone. Fixated.