When there is no other, and I am lost in a hyper-functional technological world, I become my own other. I comfort myself. This is the masturbatory logic that supports, for example, the Apple universe. The iPhone/iPad is a high-design, deeply erotic object. It is all screen, a mirror that reflects myself back to me. Before this techno-mirror, I am always Narcissus, or perhaps Adorno and Horkheimer’s Tantalus, endlessly waiting for one more thing, the next masturbatory object, which can remind me that I am somebody, that I have an identity, a self beyond the machine.