The overall question of my thesis is: how do separation and visibility affect human beings? 
I address in my honors thesis manuscript some of the ways in which humans are affected by separation and how modern technology has changed interactions. Most people think that the dramatic changes will be in the future when it will be easy for people to only communicate through technology. I think that we are already affected.
In my manuscript, I look at the types of separation that people experience and the objects which separate them. I was inspired by how separation influences people in different ways. I see some strangers every day, yet don’t know their names. I talk to my pen pals every day, yet I’ve never met them in person. How do these situations function at the same time? I decided that separation must not affect each person in the same way, which is why I decided to use different writing genres in my project. Each genre addresses in detail a certain kind of separation. As Marshall McLuhan said, “the medium is the message.”
My original proposal was to have a final manuscript with three different sections: poetry, short stories, and essays. Currently, there are no existing works which place different types of writing within one manuscript and discuss one idea. My project begins a consideration of a new genre. The first part of the manuscript was to be poetry. The poetry would focus on specific instances of visibility and obscurity. An instance of visibility might be a poem about how thin the walls of a tent in comparison to the walls of a house. The second part was to be short stories. These short stories would center on being away from home. One of the stories may have focused on a group of girls at a boarding school and how being away from home impacted them. The third part was to be essays. For these essays, I would have interviewed people that I talked to often but didn’t see in person. One of these people was to be a friend who lives in the Philippines and who was considering joining the French Foreign Legion.
In my actual project, I created four sections: poetry, a novella, letters, and essays. The poetry section has remained the same. Each poem focuses on a moment in which someone is affected by separation. 
Once he answered a call
from a man who’s writing
about him and his mother.
That’s not what she’s like.
He insults and cusses out
everyone, even his mother,
while smiling like he’s saying, 

I love you.
The second section has changed into a novella about Penelope Holyoake. Pen has a strange home life. She and her sister vie for their mother’s attention, their mother held a fake funeral for their father when they were children, and their neighbor’s daughter has made everyone think that she has leukemia. 
Doctors took her away, cupping her body in the green of their surgical gloves. When she was brought back, her mother cradled her. She spoke each syllable of Penelope slowly. Her breath puffed against Pen’s forehead and pushed back her cloud of hair.​​​​​​​
The third section is a series of fictional letters from “Singer” to “Fern.” I decided to make these individuals fictional because with the act of writing a letter, you become a figment of the other person’s imagination.
At one in the morning, I find myself in white-washed quiet hallways with a liar and a donut-faced boy. The janitor cleans the floor behind us. Donut Boy gives me eight gigabytes of books then walks me through the semantics of being alone. He has familiar brown eyes. 
The last section contains essays. In this section, I discuss topics ranging from death, being a girl, and to what high school was like. I wanted to convey some of my own experiences with separation using these essays. I felt that my previous idea for essays, while it might have been interesting, didn’t communicate how separation affects individuals.
I shook with the plane. I was at the part in Sunshine when the main character and her unlikely friend are battling the darkest Others. The main character wonders whether she will die in the battle. She assumes that her death is the only outcome.
I looked up from my book at the blue backside of the chair in front of me. I felt the shaking of the plane. What would I do if the plane took off but the engines malfunctioned? I didn’t feel any fear. I looked down at my book. I thought, there’s nothing for me to do even if the plane were to explode. I continued to read.