Payphones were everything and everywhere. The original social network. In high school they were the lifeline for a ride home. They were connecting with a friend. When I moved to Toronto in 1999, they were my first phone. Apartment hunting and employment services check in. Always carry change. Stay connected. Years on, when the giant mobile phones got smaller, but just as heavy and expensive. The payphones remained. Then came the real change. Small computers in the palm of our hands that dared to call itself a phone. The payphone suffered. Neglected. Pushed into near extinction. The nostalgia was so powerful. The less there were, the more I saw them. Eventually, I painted them.