That one of the ocean,” she said, referring to the photo I’d taken in Bolinas, “is that the default desktop photo from the last OS?”

“No, I took that.” I pointed to the speck of a person visible at the photo’s edge. “That’s my friend.”

“It looks exactly like that one default photo. You know which one I’m talking about? You’d walk into the Apple Store and the computers would have it set as their background.” She pulled up the photo on her phone. She was right: the photo looked like mine, or mine looked like it. My Bolinas photo, the one I was most proud of, was an unintentional replica.