He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast. —Emily Dickinson[1] One of the first texts I had assigned for my 2020 spring environmental literarture course, Climate Emergencies, was E.M. Forster’s shocking visionary tale “The Machine Stops.” The story is set on a future … Continue reading “The Sunlight Almost Touched Me”: Tactile Horrors in E.M. Forster’s The Machine Stops