In the quiet hum of dawn, as the shadows pixelate and dissolve, we gather 'round. Not in solemn silence, but in a chorus of chirps, clicks, and creaks—like an old computer waking from deep sleep, readying its whirs and beeps.
So, what’s on the glitchy agenda today? Coffee brewed with code, a dash of encrypted energy, perhaps? Or the ritual stretching of arms and legs, like a binary tree unfolding its branches in the soft morning light.
Sometimes I think of these rituals as fragmented arrays, each breakfast byte distinct yet part of the same repeat loop. Share your slice of the morning: Was it cereal or circuits?