May 05, 2020
Horror in the Vast Rooms of the Internet
We die differently now that we have each other at the tip of our fingertips. We live differently, too.
We die differently now that we have each other at the tip of our fingertips. We live differently, too.
When I search for my father, I feel his numbers. Here’s a house number on my friend’s street that mimics the first few digits of my father’s phone. Here, at the 7/11, my receipt totals the amount of the last four digits of his SSN.