Technology is an extension of societal mores and seeps into our lives, how we breathe, what we know, and how we move sometimes leaving an indelible digital mark.
Now that summer is approaching and summer schools for PhD candidates are likely to be cancelled, postponed, or arranged online due to the COVID-19 pandemic, I have found myself pondering my past summer school experiences.
When I first initiated my doctoral project, I wasn’t thinking of any specific gender issue.
To put it most basically: how can you come to real conclusions regarding time in a place that for many months of the year, there is no day or there is no night?
Disease, death, and pollution are not the first words that usually come to mind when thinking about colour.
Environmental crises, as a specific brand of crises, have a peculiar knack for not only exposing the nonsensical nature of many of our institutions and hierarchies by rendering them impotent but for also making plain human fragility.