Sometimes I have strange feelings for my computer. In the 13 years since I set up an email account, I have had a wide ranging series of emotional experiences while facing a screen. In the early days of email, I wrote long letters to friends, like the ones I used to write by hand and send through the mail. I received long letters too: messages of friendship and love and the occasional breakup, though these missives have become increasingly more brief and less frequent since Facebook …
Nancy Agabian is the author of Me as her again: True Stories of an Armenian Daughter (Aunt Lute Books). Her band Guitar Boy can be heard at myspace.com/guitarboymusic. She teaches writing at various public and private universities in New York City.
Ungeziefer: Kafka at the Whitney Biennial
I’m trying to sleep at the Whitney. I rest on a white pillow, a white bath towel covering me. On my head I wear a plastic grocery store bag, the handles tied under my chin, two rubber bands on either side of my head cinching the plastic into a pair of ears. I’m supposed to be a mouse.