Printers never cooperate. More often than not, at least one of the printers in Smith is flashing red, signaling its disobedience. I know a thing or two about printers. As the 2013-2014 Reed House Printer Coordinator, I was paid $43.75 per week to stock our house printer with paper and ignore the disgruntled emails from housemates trying to print late at night. Basically, it was a good gig.

As Printer Coordinator, I learned to be patient with machines. To work effectively with printers, you have to be calm and understanding, but firm—a printer whisperer. Because printers are in a precarious position. These machines bridge the gap between the physical and the digital. They are portals that translate data into images and textthings you can carry around that are disconnected from digital networks. The portals to the portable.

Printers shouldn’t really do what they do. They connect two disparate worlds, like a shaky wooden bridge in a B-level adventure film. And like those swinging bridges, they always fall apart, only for the hero (in this case, your valiant Printer Coordinator) to scramble up the bridge and preserve life and limb.

As the sphincter of digital space, printers make us uneasy. I’ve often gone to great lengths to avoid printing, to retain the data within the system. Think about Track Changes on Microsoft Word. The neat formalization of digital annotation allows us to avoid marking up our precious documents with our imperfect physical hands.

The frustration of printing reminds us that digital and physical space are not identical. There does not exist a function mapping every point in the physical world to a point in digital space. For now, the two worlds are only connected through us—the consumers—and excretory printers.

So far in this article, I’ve been riffing on a silly conceit. But while thinking about printers as the broken connection between two disparate worlds, I recalled an online experience that really affected me. On July 8, 2015, I (@sgnfyngnthng) tweeted a screenshot of a Facebook module, which said, “CREATE NEW GROUP/The easiest way to share photos and share things with your parents” and juxtaposed my profile picture with that of my two parents.

My parents have been split up for as long as I’ve used Facebook. Since my parents’ marital status has not always been the easiest part of my life, I wasn’t enthused with Facebook’s suggestion. But, as we know, Facebook has little room for unpleasantness. Facebook structures your news feed to reveal content that you don’t want to see, to keep you in a feedback loop of positivity that advertisers can exploit.

By suggesting that I start a group with my divorced parents, Facebook shows its own hand. This glitch in the matrix reveals that there is a matrix. Digital representations are not natural, but rather carefully constructed. While doing Spanish homework last week, I stumbled upon the word “matriz,” which means both matrix and womb. The English word “matrix” comes from the Latin “mater,” meaning mother. The digital matrix may be the mother, womb, outline of our online experience, but as users we are responsible for input.

Although there’s only so much we can do within a social network, recent history has shown how certain platforms lend themselves to “IRL” disruption. Twitter’s structure permits #blacklivesmatter and other activist movements to take hold. In contrast, Facebook’s system of groups can only permit the most self-referential aesthetic, producing communities that amuse themselves but fail to penetrate the mainstream. By imitating real-life interaction but minimizing user vulnerability, Tinder has shifted online dating away from its association with eHarmony tackiness, and made itself a fixture among young people looking to meet.

Form is intrinsically limited, defined by its boundaries. The structure of social media is no exception. Social networking often tries to model our lives. Though no models are perfect, some models are useful. In their imperfection, models are constantly susceptible to revision. Social media will duplicate life when the Smith Union printers work smoothly forever.