Everywhere and Nowhere: The Internet’s Broken Promise
What do our bodies mean in cyberspace?
It was a humid Tuesday in Mexico City when I realised I hadn’t touched another person in eight days. Outside, vendors shouted about mangoes, fresh-cut and soaked in lime. Inside, the air smelled of burnt espresso and disinfectant. I typed Slack replies with the urgency of someone trying not to disappear.
Earlier that day, I exchanged voice notes with a …