Illustration by Petra Eriksson.
I felt close, warmed to the screen
Proximity and time carving grooves down my spine
forming pathways from optic nerve to left ventricle
@mistirry understood me, related, educated
I was no longer alone, sitting by myself at 3am
time is an illusion, a light always on,
a wifi signal that never goes out
Refresh request, forward like
I followed you across platforms
ingesting only pixels for hour expanses
My world expanding beyond borders
world orders crumbling in clips and voice overs,
screening telephone calls calling screens telepathic
The algorithm stroked my head styled my hair made my bed
and I fell asleep, rocking forward and following in its harms