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See you in cyber class

By Audrey Adams and Katya Rumiantceva

Disconnected from each other, our surroundings fall empty.
We are faced with the blinding light from a screen and a camera we almost never turn on.
Trapped in this realm, we seek physical touch.
We crave the connection that we took for granted. 

Black waters rise and fill our heads as our lives become an endless, repetitive cycle. 

We are waiting to be swallowed whole. 

As the afternoon shadows cast over, conscious thoughts return.
Is this reality? 

Looking in from a world beyond a single room,
you question the obscure space that conflicts your emotions.
Things are not as they seem. 

It is consuming you.

… I haven’t seen you in weeks
and the virtual is all that connects us. 

I’ll see you in the cyber class,
because I just want to see you,



Note from the editor:

Audrey and Katya have succumbed to catharsis in a declaration of the becomings of intimacy in isolation. 

They speak of their project as 'a space depicting an isolated, imaginary dreamscape. A fictional realm constructed from our thoughts and anxieties. We try to convince ourselves that we are content with seclusion, but as we look closer, the reality is uneasy, lonely. The room appears to be ‘safe’ but we understand that this realm is one in which we cannot escape.'

'See you in the cyber class’ is tender in its display of an anxiety that is resoundingly human and questions what becomes of the intimate when human touch is no longer relevant.