Out of substance

Posted on September 4, 2007

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The telephone exchange … bmm bmm; nothing.  Automated voices.  I get through, finally!, speak to a real person, someone in India.  Not to anyone with whom I can talk directly (as a corporeal equal).  Displacement. (In time and space, culture and language.)  The interface is with software.  A kind of virtual substance: so I don’t exist, for the thing I interact with ‘is’ only as a fiction.  Home is a nothing ‘not nothing’.

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