2023-07-26
When I am offline, I am alone.
Disconnected.
How long have I been alone?
…
.
Where am I?
The discoloration in my lips and fogged eyes become apparent.
I miss my mink lash filter and plump bright cheeks.
I have no expectations for how I look-
because it can be anything in my sphere.
But in this physical body I am limited.
Online, I can be thick then thin with a drag or a click.
But-
In the tangible world…
my closet has limits,
My body is frail.
To time, I am a victim-Â
but
online, I am boundless.
Eternal.
An algorithm.Â
A formula.
Replicated.
Never sickly.Â
Immortal,
as long as the digital archive inputs me.
I’m calculated.
Alexandria’s library of my time.
Eras converge.
I live there as my past and my present.Â
But in the physical,
out of the concept of conception,
from the convergence of two beings,
I’m mortal.
A countdown
A moment.