
Dictated by digits, Ones and zeros stack by the minutes. Pages after pages, profile by profile, counting comparisons for the bitter smile. Seeking validation 'til death, or by a disconnection from the net. Until then, locked by a trance, numbers morph into billion faces walking the vast virtual expanse. We follow their footsteps, mimic their dances and fall out of empty spaces. W11 (06-18-2021) 2000x2000