Technologically Enmeshed

on human/machine love in Margaret Rhee’s Love, Robot I stood alone on the beach looking out to sea. The sun was setting, sinking into the horizon, turning the waters a gleaming gold and leaving the sky dappled and purpling like a bruise. I felt tranquil—a rare feeling for me to encounter in a dream—and IContinue reading “Technologically Enmeshed”