Vague and ephemeral, a promising point in the sea of data, she swam forward and faded, time and again. A digital presence promising more, sensing my loneliness and my need.
Must. Resist. [Le Sueur]
In the silence of the empty life, the heart and mind yearn to find fulfilment. They know what they want, but they can only ask for what they know.
On winding paths we tread [Le Sueur]
Deceived by the passage of time, we sometimes think that life is a straight road between past and future. It is not. Nor should it be.
Cyber Noir 2020 