It’s been 300 days since Maisie Mooney started exchanging photos with another teenager on Snapchat. They haven’t missed a day. Sometimes they send pictures of their faces, or their friends. More often, though, it’s something mundane. Like a picture of concrete, or the floor. They’ve never met in person, but there’s a niggling anxiety that keeps Maisie engaging in the daily back-and-forth with this stranger. It’s the pressure of the “snap streak”.
