He sits wedged into a corner of a sofa, alternating between a laptop and a smartphone.  His elbow on the sofa's arm props up his hand that holds his head aright.  His eyes stare, away from himself, into content already processed, made easy to make self-referential.  One can then feel oneself at one with the content, relieved of an often lingering loneliness.  His other hand, when not on the keyboard or pad, reaches out to a low table for the coffee in a lidded cup, and, some of the times, doesn't reach far enough.