The bartender didn’t remember the passcode, so he pointed out where I could find it: on the bottom of the router box. Instead of trying to read the tiny numbers on the router label in the dark, while at the same time awkwardly typing it into my small, cumbersome smartphone keyboard, I decided to photograph the label. This allowed me to retreat back to my seat, zoom into the image, and easily enter the code into my phone. The photograph immediately lost its value the moment this action was completed.
This is part our of series on 'documents' in collaboration with the-documents.org. Read the introduction here.