My computer, my friend

Annalee Newitz explains why she loved her computer in her essay in Evocative Objects: Things We Think With: “I would recognize the feel of itskeyboard under my fingers in a darkened room. I haveworn two shiny spots on it where the palms of my handsrest when Im not typing. I carried it on my back all overEngland, Cuba, Canada, and the United States. When Iuse it in bed, I remember to keep the blankets from coveringits vents so it doesnt overheat. Ive taken it completelyapart, upgraded its RAM, and replaced its originaloperating system with Linux. It doesnt just belong tome; I also belong to it” (88).

It seems we can develop “perichoretic” language with things, as well as with persons.