Your self, your entity no longer exists in body. Your self is no longer based on your imaginations for the future, your ability to adapt, the romance of old conversations or goosebumps you feel when a stranger touches something inside your heart. Your nervous twitch as you explain your love for someone. That quaint notion that some things will be forgotten. Your memories of the past can no longer be romanticised and returned to with bitter sweet nostalgia.

Online communications have become a household experience, and becomes the vessel for attempting to answer desires of the shy, lonely or anonymous to find intimacy, connection, power and control? Can online communication replace touch? Can one truly be vulnerable if you can swipe the audience away with one click?