Has love changed?
Has it since become manufactured, diluted by plastic and screen?
Our own system of intimacy;
convoluted and confused,
like tangled headphones,
but one which still remains
at our core,
fleshy and human.
The West, as Derrida put,
is defined in binary oppositions; on one side,
we have human connection,
and on the other side
...
rests a cold computer.
But
isn't the Internet is just an extension of ourselves?
Our love
only lives within
the intimacies
of each exchange,
and romance,
never reaches
someone
who
isn't
there-
online
or other.
Regardless,
love for me,
has always been digital.