Reflections on Bury Me, Love

Reflections on Bury Me, Love Marshall McLuhann effect: consuming old medium for the new. This story takes up the mode of instant messaging, 

The passage of time: There is a sort of iconicity of time—it runs in real time, with accommodation for the real life of the player. But you have to wait, which makes you worry. There’s a red/green dot to show when Nour is present (reminds me of minimal empathy channel)

Also, gets low on battery. 

Spatial embeddedness: With texting, there’s already a spatiality that gets hacked here. 

You get implicated by being forced to speak. Especially when you’re kind of jerk.  It feels unfair, and I feel guilty. 

The whole point is to make you care. 

The relationship you have to other apps in your digital life. It adds notifications, forcing you to care amidst all the apps clamoring for your attention.