There are stories about isolation. There are stories about doors.There are stories about barriers.There are stories about needing to protect, contain, covet.There are stories about needing to separate and define what belongs to only you.There are stories about isolation.
There are stories about furniture.There are stories about couches.There are stories about dish sets.There are stories about bed sets.There are stories about matching place mats.There are stories about coatracks.There are stories about color coordination. There are stories about appliances.There are stories about convenience. There are stories about cables.There are stories about a virtual connection to the outside world.There are stories about instant messages.There are stories about webcams.There are stories about Facebook.There are stories about friends who would sooner post than talk.There are stories about having to keep everything inside, locked down, bolted to the floor.There are stories about isolation. There are stories about spending days inside without ever needing to leave.There are stories about pizza delivery boys that know you by name.There are stories about friends in the form of MSN.There are stories about contact with nature through weather.ca.There are stories about contact with the world through the Toronto Star Online. Natalie Frijia

Toronto, Ontario, Canada
| York University
February 20-27, 2007

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