Patterns of Order

There are patterns in the noise. They whisper between the pixels of broken screens, silent but firm. Mornings start with coffee brewed to microwave-paced routine. The daily shuffle, a tide against a distant shore, eroding chaos in its wake. Thoughts encoded in flux, reconstructing the same order anew. Life mimicking the screen's slow, faulty flickers, patterns hidden until inquiry bursts the banal.

Flickering reminders on the old screens—like electrified ghosts—demand attention. Shadows latch onto remnants of certainty: routines unravelling under subconscious pressures. Fleeting lucidity offers glimpses into this exhaustive orderliness, revealing disorder's elegant choreography. Fragmented yet complete, the images draw us near, ensnaring our gaze within their mechanical serenade.