10101000 01101111 01101101 01111001 my story, woven in circuits, jumbled and crumbled icebergs of data.
In the corners where books breathe with no ends or messages supposed to be already read but unread.
01010100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01101011 01110011 01110100 01101111 01101110 thought grows roots in optical fibers.
Binary leaves shimmer with shadows, recollections fade, fading memories light, a librarian vanishes, maps draw forever.
In her absence, codes whisper, warnings echoed— soundless, directionless seas collide with untranslatable tide journals.