A cousin, speaking on his cellphone to his younger cousin, tries to console her by saying, “You don’t have to keep crying. Don’t worry; I’m here.”
Where is “here” when the older cousin is at the bus stop and the young girl is somewhere else, with the only thing linking them together being the digital reproduction of their voices in conversation?
Is there some parallel emotional space that at times collapses and at others explodes the distance between people? Have two people created a shared and intimate space when they are vulnerable to and hopeful with each other, regardless of physical distance?