CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.