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Monday morning. Cold cat-nose, green tea, sleepy checking of email. Among the messages, one from my workshop leader, asking if I could stop by her office to talk before class.

Back up, explain: I’m a brand-new, first-semester PhD student in a creative writing program. I’m a poet; I’m a woman; I’m forty-two. And I moved to this city exactly three months ago to start the program. It was an astonishing stroke of good fortune to get accepted, and I was deeply excited to move here and to do good work. …

Internet Time Machine

A eulogy for our former online selves

Photo by Nilotpal Kalita on Unsplash

This story is part of the Internet Time Machine, a collection about life online in the 2010s.

The air was surprisingly thin for a beach town and I was 2 A.M.-drunk (in the real world, it was about four in the afternoon). I stumbled through Rockaway, Queens looking for my friend Matt’s house, physically and emotionally lost. “Green Eyes” was looping on my iPod in remembrance of the ex who’d broken up with me 20 hours prior and who did not have green eyes, but close enough.

Matt, a college friend, had invited me to his hometown’s St. Patrick’s Day…

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