'I'm staring at the pupil of my webcam and it's staring back at me. There's some kind of a meat paste slouching on one of my mother's dinner plates. They don't actually like to call it meat paste so they call it pate.
'Your face suddenly appears on my ultrathin laptop screen. Your face: it's fresh and new and smiling at me. You were so romantic, so respectful to ask me on a webcam date first. I was only sixteen; you were a dream that wore cool kicks and had the latest iOS and listened to Vibe Bop while drinking milk tea out of paper boxes. "Hi," you said...' (Publication abstract)