A Conversation with my Mom about Artificiality

It took four different calls. The first call was three-and-a-half seconds long—my ears heard the first ring go through, but it was my thumb that decided to respond as it immediately hit the red button to tell my phone, “Nope, Riva’s not ready yet.” A moment later, my brain jumped into the discussion and argued

A Conversation with My Mom About Desire

The familiar ringing of an outgoing FaceTime call travels through the room. The vibrations of its sound waves are felt strongest near my heart, but maybe I’m just nervous. The ringing stops and my screen explodes with my mother’s face—she really needs to learn that she doesn’t have to be an inch away from the camera