In the corridors of endless travel, where
the whispers of forgotten itineraries linger
beneath palm leaves and digital echoes.
* flicker *
A bus rattles through dream-scapes,
while somewhere a voice is lost in
loops of static, offering plans for
uncharted lands.
The scent of burnt circuits
intertwines with the scents of
unfamiliar spices, somewhere
between reality and the memory
of a trip not taken.
* flicker *
Signals caught between here and the
now, between destinations and the
unknown. Roads spiral into
thoughts, flickering like
polaroids of memories never lived

corridor whispers digital echoes unfamiliar landmarks