Did you hear the story of the woman whose Facebook persona subsumed her own, and she became what she created?  No matter, you soon will.  What is truly interesting to him is that she so much prefers her public self that she has altogether discarded her private one.  Anything sensed, or bubbling within her, is immediately presented online in its most appropriate media: as text, snapshot, video, song, or a chat.  When eyes are open in bed late into the night, it is the ever-forming individual in the vast digitalscape who preoccupies her, not the one she has grown in landscape to become.  Her nerves are a bit more taut, but she is happier.  She says she can almost define what she means by that: always, twenty-four hours a day, she feels herself being noticed in the ways she wants to be noticed.  She used to feel a desire to raise a child, but what, she asks him, is more satisfying than perpetually raising yourself?  Easily self-correcting and always self-improving in the real, dynamic, highly competitive parallel online world?  He smiles to her, and finishes paying for groceries.  He tells himself to make sure to run into her again in this 10-items-or-less line.  She has figured out a way to be in one place and live in another.