I’ve only lost my body once. I was thirteen, four days into a weeklong trip to the East Coast with my eighth-grade class. We’d just visited the Liberty Bell, I think, and my friends had already gathered in the back row of the Peter Pan bus that would take us to our next destination. We’d all stayed up late the night before, and I was exhausted, half-sleepwalking down the bus aisle. My friend Carly stood with her back to me. That morning, she’d borrowed my shirt. Seeing her from behind, in my clothes, slouching the way all teen girls do, I suddenly felt as though I was standing behind myself.
I enjoyed the piece but I wonder about this line: "This “neural resource allocation problem” may prevent us from ever becoming cyborgs." Here I am thinking about the work of disabled scholars and theorists who identify as cyborgs already (such as Jillian Weise): https://www.wired.com/story/cyborg-brain-mind-pandemic-philosophy/
Out-of-body, out-of-office
I enjoyed the piece but I wonder about this line: "This “neural resource allocation problem” may prevent us from ever becoming cyborgs." Here I am thinking about the work of disabled scholars and theorists who identify as cyborgs already (such as Jillian Weise): https://www.wired.com/story/cyborg-brain-mind-pandemic-philosophy/