Making Fire
My experience with the cyber-world has been much like a century’s-old sea voyage. When attempting to join in on technology, I felt as if I was stowing away on a ship. It didn’t belong to me, but I was along for the ride. I needed to travel to the New World or stay behind and starve. I scavenged for scraps which fell between the cracks, dropped from the deckhands above. Eking out a meager existence, I went unnoticed.
When I am discovered, they put me out on the nearest island to make my way using only what is there. From stowaway to castaway, I lived defensively, a survivor. I figured out some basics. After a few months, I started conversing with the computer as though it were Wilson, the volleyball. I could navigate modestly, but was still out in the cold. Then, I created a website with Sophia Ojha Ensslin. Took a lot of effort to start it, but now that I can make fire, it is a new world.