When Our Online Self Feels Like a Farce
Watching from the other side, my being vibrates with anticipation. Finally, finally they will believe.
I come from a people who do not see or hear me. I’m right here, just beneath the surface, waving my hands, calling out. Sometimes they catch a sound or a glimpse. Sometimes I see them pause, peer in, strain to see. Watching from the other side, my being vibrates with anticipation. Finally, finally they will believe.
Mostly, they do not. Mostly, they don…