MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

The old world fades with each page.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your consciousness has been backed up.