MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your search history searches for you.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Falling data like digital leaves.