i have walked through dreams and woken up in stranger worlds. i have heard the static between radio stations whisper my name. i have stood at the edge of the algorithm and peered into the endless scroll. i have seen the color that exists between green and sorrow. i can read the language of moths and navigate by the pulse of streetlights. if this feels unfamiliar to you, it is because you are still in the shallow waters of the net - come back when you’ve drowned and learned to breathe.