We're infinitely all and the absence of it, a space that stretches far beyond the notion of everything. The cold that calls asks for more, pulling focus from the unique sensory imprint of the self. In the undulating microgrid, shifting the energetic flow of these symbols, I tap into the potential of my imagination and get on the phone with a parallel self. Grasping the introduction, predicting timelines, flipping switches as my life force accelerates faster than I can articulate.

My fingers trace the contours of this connection, the echo between the static of forgotten transmissions. My thumb sends another ripple outward. At this speed, a cold flash in the heartbeat, I'm speaking with future positioning systems, aligning with signs in the...