She summited. The mountain is somebody else’s mail.
Sunglasses, crop top, one hand in the air, standing on a pile of cardboard boxes and poly mailers the size of a small hill. The packages stretch to the treeline. She’s posing like it’s Everest and in a way it is: this is the summit the consumer economy has been building toward, one next-day delivery at a time. None of these boxes are hers and that is not the point. The point is the photo. Somewhere below this heap are addresses, tracking numbers, and people who checked “where’s my package” three times today. She did not check. She climbed.