April 24, 2015 - 22:49
The wind whispers its wistful chill. Pink glades of light squeeze in-between the crevices of the stoic trees. Grounded in this root canal, I feel strangely distant. Unsettled. When I loaded the photographs I took of the site I am at, iPhoto asked me to identify the two “unnamed” figures in one of my photographs and another unnamed figure in a different photograph, and two unnamed figures in a third. It was a blurry, out-of-focus picture, but I could not help think about how we determine what it means to be human and that the computer possibly indicated a more fluid definition. My computer, something people produced, recognized similarities that I had overseen. I searched for a correlation between the pictures, but I could not find one.
