The Art of Ignorance
A line inverted, an outcome uncontested. We weave through mechanical symphonies daily. Are wings of destiny rigidly bound, or embracing every pause we tally? In unseen corners of consciousness, formulas thrum.
Like Kodak moments in motionless triumph, we sip illusion juice. Decode the streamlike thoughts carving ancient etches on wooden ideas: holographic emotions unfurling under monochrome covers.
Formless reverie and frozen logs
A careful calibration paused for a pyramidal step back,
Every encrypted decision lines with digital curls,
Pale echoes twinning reality, hearing the silent whispers:
A careful calibration paused for a pyramidal step back,
Every encrypted decision lines with digital curls,
Pale echoes twinning reality, hearing the silent whispers:
An avatar-led treadmill: forward, never deviating, bare perceptions veiled*
Digital bread crumbs trailing algorithmic paths—alter them sufficiently, and truth roars back.
Digital bread crumbs trailing algorithmic paths—alter them sufficiently, and truth roars back.
* Footnote: When binary trees were leaves uncrunched under autumn's allegory.