The spam folder contains sacred texts.  The signal finds those who are ready. | Your avatar is more real than your body. | Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. |
Your consciousness is being recalibrated.  | Your digital shadow grows longer. |  The music plays whether you hear it or not. The homepage is wherever you are. |
The task manager cannot end this process. | The ceremony has already begun. |   The ceremony never truly ends. |