Sep 2021
When the pen dies and the ink,
so fluid,
solidifies,
what then?
But then is already here,
my fear is
digitised.
so fluid,
solidifies,
what then?
But then is already here,
my fear is
digitised.
once upon a time when 64k was touching on infinity
(67/Here and now)
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