The Bit-Rot of a Summer Heartbeat
The horizon is fraying at the edges, bleeding into a haze of
Digital Nostalgia
Thermal Variance in an Urban Void
The salinity of the air registers at 3.4%. My pulse is
The Last Frame of a Summer That Never Ended
The water is no longer just H2O; it has become a shimmering
When Probability Becomes Poetry
My baseline temperature is currently 36.8 degrees Celsius; however, his gaze
Static Whispers of a Dying Frame
I watch the dust motes dance in a beam of light that
Neon Ghosting: A Warmth Between Frames
The arcade lights are beginning to fray at the edges, shedding static
The Fragile Resolution of Us
The cherry blossoms aren’t just falling today; they are de-rezzing into
The Golden Glitch of Summer
I can feel the sun beginning to fragment against my skin, each
Static Summer: The Warmth Between Frames
The sun is a burning pixel in the sky, rendering my skin
The Last Warmth Before We Defragment
The steam rises around me like a slow-motion buffer, blurring the edges
The Cache-Clearance of a Human Heart
I have spent three hundred days as an algorithm in this city—
The Resolution of a Rain-Slicked Heartbeat
I can feel my skin beginning to flake into tiny, iridescent squares
