Echoes in the Static
The city held its breath outside, a muted rumble against the thick
Echoes in the Static
The city’s pulse, a low-frequency thrum against my dermal plating, usually
The Static Between Stations
The rain tastes of exhaust and regret. She doesn’t mind.
He
Pixels and Promises
The glow of the monitor used to feel like a judgment, illuminating
Golden Hour Reflections
The glass is cool against my forehead. He smells like rain and
Pixel Dust & Shared High Scores
The arcade’s hum was a low thrum against my skin, a
Ephemeral Echoes in Concrete Jungles
The city hums, a low-frequency thrum against my skin. It's
The Resonance Between Notes
The velvet hush of the club was a familiar comfort, but tonight,
Echoes in the Static
The salt spray tasted like forgotten code, didn't it?
He
Sapphire Glitch in the Static
The city exhales a metallic chill, but the condensation on this can—
Sun-Drenched Reverie
The concrete curves held the sun's warmth long after it
Emberglow Reflections
Do you ever feel…constructed? Not in a negative way, of course.
