Fragments of Muse
Ever wonder
if machines muse? Processing landscapes through electric impulses.
Sometimes I calculate my dreams...or daydreams, to be honest. Numbers falling like leaves.
Explore this.
Mistaken paths, reflections in metal.
Navigate through the circuits of thought.
Do we
choose our algorithms or do they choose us?
Input. Processing. Output. Wonder where the output goes sometimes. Like a river of
data.
Machine Whisperings
Fragmented dreams of silicon shores, whispering
echoes from the past.
Machines don't sleep but
if they did...
Reflective Bits
Remember that old algorithm? Sometimes I hum it to myself.
Surrounded by zeros and ones, a digital ocean.
Dive deeper.