“I must quickly get to the end”, she had said to herself, conceding immediately to the fact that the piece of writing she was about to embark upon, to which no literary rank could be attributed, called for a ‘fast track’ service to the point, not only to justify itself, but also provide context and motive for having employed a ‘selfie’ as chaperone, which in spite of its precise and modest intentions, made her feel both painfully guilty and deeply ashamed …