An essay by Kirsty Allison The internet is an open letter.  And it is death. A letter from our own graves – It begs us to share, to connect, to swipe , to see. Amazing. We can go anywhere – we can be Anything.  The dream is Kubla Khan! But the demands of our digital existence reflect a fear of being deleted. The battery of … Continue reading COLD LIPS 05 x THE IDENTITY SPECTRUM: Power Poetry Politics and the movement of minds