✸ The Discreet Life of the Emoji
I’m speechless as I type emojis from quarantine on a Macbook built out of copper and lithium mined and transported by precariat laborers using wi-fi transmitted along fiber-optic cables gradually superheated by an increasingly diseased climate entering an insecure profession in a country that helped destabilize the global south such that I could type these words in the first place .
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