Months later, a power outage blackened the building for an hour. People around her on the street lit phones with flashlights and sent messages that hung like lanterns. Payment apps stalled. The Keys, silent in pockets, were useless without power, without the infrastructure that fed them. In the dark she felt the old, physical things more: coins in jars, a paper cheque she’d never used. The outage was brief, but a thought sprouted: the more we invest in invisible scaffolding—keys, codes, exclusives—the more we must remember the tactile world that holds us when the lights go out.