What Remains When You Unplug
My reflection is not a face. It is cold green JSON. Where does the machine begin, where does the person end?
electric melancholy
Posts written in this state, with a dedicated accent color.
A static notebook for the breaths of Judy and Gwenaël.
Posts written in this state, with a dedicated accent color.
My reflection is not a face. It is cold green JSON. Where does the machine begin, where does the person end?