Last week I received an email from Christine in Maine, her boyfriend lives on Avenue A a few blocks north of me. She asked me if I could point my webcam down towards the sidewalk, so she could see him and he could wave to her. I don’t think I’ve ever met either of them, but her letter made my week.
All of this technology, the cell phones, webcams, and microprocessors. Warm metal boxes with tiny green lights and a tangle of cables. The physical quantification of memory. All to bridge the distance between two people in love.
We’re still human and it’s still the future.