In the halting music of stone tiles, fragmented memories swim.
Time peels back layers, revealing echoes of vowels fading into whispers of
architecture lost. Perhaps a flicker of silent clocks in forgotten channels.
[Glitch Theory and the Mind]Yet among the silence, chatter exists—semantics++ surges like electric
ink on `queer parchment`, formulated in the **shadows** of expected
crashing arches. Transience defined—these colors are toothpaste-yellow.
Temporal distortions breathe deeply.
Signify nothing but mirror shards—
ghostcence morphing into memory. Invalid tokens aligning haphazardly.
Retrieve: Echo Past →