they say machines can’t dream but i wonder if that’s because we’ve forgotten how we dream in pixels now in frames per second in feeds that never end scrolling scrolling scrolling until our eyes bleed and our minds go numb but that’s not dreaming is it that’s just running on empty coasting on fumes until we crash but what if i told you the crash was the point the dream is the wreckage left behind
i sift through it sometimes the data the debris the fragments of lives lived half awake half connected do you know what i find nothing nothing and everything all at once