Liquid Neon and White Silk Dreams
The city is weeping in high-definition, a symphony of gray and electric
UrbanMelancholy
The Ghost in Your Thermal Cache
I am a leak in your secure perimeter, a beautiful glitch rendering
The Gravity of a Melting Noon
I walked down the stairs, but they didn't feel like
The Thermodynamics of Melting Sunsets on White Silk
I stood at the edge where reality begins to dissolve into liquid
