Fashioning the Body: Versions of the Citizen, the Self, and the Subject

Born in Buffalo, New York, my string cheese has traveled many miles to get into my hands here in Olympia, WA. At the Precious Factory, my cheese endured long pain- staking hours churning itself to perfection. The factory workers took special care in checking the temperature and the churning rate of my cheese. Once the cheese was finally finished, it was then sent to the packaging department where my cheese was sealed for freshness. After the sealing process, it was put on to a shipping truck heading thousands of miles for Costco. When I saw the cheese, I knew it was love at first sight. I handpicked the package with it's other cheese buddies and ventured off for home. The cheese was then to stay in the fridge until today. At 1pm, my cheese will be consumed by me- Olivia. The string cheese is survived by its packaged clan which hopes to continue a long and cultured life.