My dad called me downstairs one day. “How do you make a live video on Facebook?” I smirked. Because I was pretty sure that the ‘live’ feature was explained in detailed steps somewhere on the app. I was even more amused that even with his meticulousness and fastidiousness to detail, he still couldn’t figure it out. In two minutes, he was live. Well…” why did it take a couple minutes? ” you may ask. Because I am not on Facebook! Even with all the advancements Mr Zuckerberg has made, somehow the app still smells of musk, is damp and pale and has webs all around it like an old abandoned house. “The content of your messages and calls in an end-to-end encrypted conversation is protected from the moment it leaves your device to the moment it reaches the receiver’s device,” Facebook Messenger director of product management Ruth Kricheli. What a refreshing policy! Still doesn’t beat Twitter I’d say. Yes, I know there’s still no “edit” button, but the Gen Z gang and half the crop of Millenni
The man dipped the little plastic dish into the water. That was the first for the day, the one he and his love would drink, hoping it would keep them alive till the next day, or that it would breed an infection inside them and kill them—that was also something to hope for. They'd been in the toilet for five days now, weak and almost losing their minds, one; from fear. They'd been trying to hide from those extremists that had invaded the locality five days ago with rocket launchers so common in their hands as if they had a much larger and tougher enemy to destroy than non-conformist humans, also known as infidels. Two; from starvation. As soon as the first shots were fired on Friday night about 400 meters away, the two love birds rose up from their bed, and their arousals swiftly grew limp. They had to act. They had to hide somehow, there was no place for an escape. They knew how dangerous and susceptible the area was to those kind of attacks, but they were much more overcome