Our network,
the site of relations between us
has dematerialized.
Its palpability has become
nothing more than memory-
and we know that memory
exists whole as a virtual object.
What will we do with this object?
Is forgetting- which only ever implies
storing beneath the surface-
the best case scenario?
Or can we make something of this kinship,
this rivalry that started out as serious play.
Irony is about serious play.
My intention is not to conjure up the past to reform it,
but to forge connections across multiple sites
so that I may emerge as more complex.
Entanglement as a midwife.