We are cyborgs. In an age of cell phones, realtiy television, and the internet, we have become organisms that rely on technology in order to hear, to feel, to connect. I am fortunate enough to not require an electronic device to regulate the rhythm of my heart, nor an auditory system that aids my sense of hearing, but, like any other person who find themselves in the computer age, I not only require, but embrace technology as a means of connection. And so, with my binary coded arm, I reach out to those I love.
Today, I regained my internet capabilities. With my virtual limbs, I ache to touch you. Let me feel your combination of zeros and ones. After a two week hiatus, two weeks of feeling paralysed, I am back online.
I am whole again.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
10 comments:
welcome. actually, i got the internet at the same time as you did (since we live together!!!) so i should welcome us both back to civilization.
i'd like to welcome you both back. it's been lonely.
welcome back -- i missed ya
hey, i'm back on line too!! go us!
maybe one needs vacation from everything.
at long last. your waited return makes me wish i knew how to play the trumpet. I feel as though a triumphant horn blowing would be appropriate right now.
at long last. your waited return makes me wish i knew how to play the trumpet. I feel as though a triumphant horn blowing would be appropriate right now.
at long last. your waited return makes me wish i knew how to play the trumpet. I feel as though a triumphant horn blowing would be appropriate right now.
whoops
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words how wonderful life is now you're in the world wide web.
K, now blog again.
Post a Comment