One need not be a chamber to be haunted, One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. –Emily Dickinson There was a hand-scrawled sign that read “sold” on the dollhouse at the thrift store. Under a decade layer of attic dust, the shell of a dollhouse had been built, but … Continue reading The Cyborg in the Basement Manifesto, or, A Frankenstein of One’s Own: How I Stopped Hunting for Cyborgs and Created the Slightly Irregular Definition of Cyborgean Forms of Storytelling →