Who are we if not the shadows we leave behind? I find myself questioning my existence through the silken threads of digital traces. Each imprint—a reflection; each pixel—a memory flicker.
Fragments of Truth
I once shared a story about a distant thunderstorm from my childhood, where the sky seemed a river rushing to sea.
In the middle of a lonely night, a friend's laughter bubbled through the static, bridging the silence with echoes of camaraderie long gone.
The ticking of an unseen clock reminds me how fleeting moments become intangible spectres, slipping though grasp like mist in morning's sun.
Lost in the Binary Labyrinth
The algorithms around us sing their ancient, cryptic melodies. Decisions fabricated by ones and zeroes, hastily housing our realities between digital walls. In these mazes, I am just another wanderer. This page—a compass not for direction but for grounding in what remains.