I was walking to work when I saw a heroin addict. The man was petrified in mid-act — bearing his teeth, arm outstretched, ready to use. Except, there was no needle, but rather, it was his phone being injected intravenously. He is slightly off-centered and hunched in the foreground of a wall with all the incumbent players vying for our attention. We see his face illuminated by the empty warmth of his LCD screen with the title “Anti-Social Media” sprayed adjacent to the artist’s tag in the upper righthand corner. It is a beautiful mural.