Binary love

Every adventure starts with a Wifi connection. But where do we go? Does it matter? Where is our narrative drive? Anywhere to distract us from our planned obsolescence. Binary Love. Algorithm Blues. A convulsive love, burning and whirring like an overheating hard drive, corrupting your senses. If we could only find a connection, to embolden us in the face of this avalanche of digital detritus, to help us hack through the jungle to find ourselves, to find each other, smashing the avatar within an avatar within an avatar, to find you in your purest data form, a glorious algorithm of incomprehensible beauty. Dare to drive with me, let our data streams merge and whatever you do, never log off.

Golder Ewan