She had no choice: A university administrator explicitly told her she couldn’t perform her studently duties without one. But Lilah’s Lilah, so upon graduation, she gifted herself a dumbphone. And boy was that phone dumb. In classic irresponsible-teenage fashion, I hadn’t backed up my data from recent months, so my photos from that school year disappeared. My memories of that period, it turned out, disappeared along with them—a road trip across the South, a friend’s dramatic breakup.