MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.