Writing - Machine Ghosts
These are the days of machine ghosts, of data through wires, threads and lines of human consciousness without beginning nor end. These are the days that the images of ourselves are being left as digital imprints, records of tracings, momentary flickers of acknowledgement before we spin our way again down the binary ether. Images come and go, and data flows.
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