Raya Kassisieh Jordan, b. 1991
My flesh, pushed and prodded, archives my life on the machine
zooming over with a glaring light to capture me. What makes me
feel so comfortable in this place? Perhaps it is the absurdity of it all.
The process is immediate, like our “new” world—instant. I looked over
the tablets, like fossils, like how I feel: otherworldly, disconnected, and almost
gone. Embodied yet disembodied.