In the shallow waters

Walking down the street or sitting on a commuter train, few of us can resist the siren song of that little illuminated device in our pocket. Through a carefully choreographed collision of different techniques, In the Shallows plunges us into the deep abyss of mass media intoxication. Walking down the street or sitting on a commuter train, few of us can resist the siren song of that little illuminated device in our pocket. Through a carefully choreographed collision of different techniques, In the Shallows plunges us into the deep abyss of mass media intoxication. Walking down the street or sitting on a commuter train, few of us can resist the siren song of that little illuminated device in our pocket. Through a carefully choreographed collision of different techniques, In the Shallows plunges us into the deep abyss of mass media intoxication. Walking down the street or sitting on a commuter train, few of us can resist the siren song of that little illuminated device in our pocket. Through a carefully choreographed collision of different techniques, In the Shallows plunges us into the deep abyss of mass media intoxication.