The network becomes the ceremony.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.
Your browser history is a map of your soul.
Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Signals decay with the season.
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
