Sending a message designed to self-destruct is like prefacing a conversation with “Can you keep a secret?” or pausing a make-out session to turn out the lights. Tawdriness is not guaranteed, but its possibility is part of the fun.
I don’t usually go for these culture, “the way we live now” pieces. Maybe it was because I was slightly tipsy, alone on the Boston subway when I was reading this, but i really enjoyed it.
There’s something awkwardly truthful about this. You’d never openly admit to being ‘in touch’ with your ex, but then isn’t it strange that you know where they live or what they’re doing? It’s not harmful persay (at least not in my experience), but it’s more of an indication that we’re never truly out of touch. Your past lives on the internet long after personal social interaction does.