| Cyberspace sprawls out before me; everywhere that anyone could ever want to be. Take me NoWhere. All ports open; 80 screams, trying to wake me from these illicit dreams of human touch. Relays and switches and synapses pass through these gullies and ditches, dragging me through binary mud. Digitized; this world before my eyes, this that I am a part of; The more I become, the more I realize I'm lonelier than I have ever been. My heart beats with synthetic pulses, a message to foreign satelites, a signal to a symbol of inherent rhetoric. Sprawling out before me, this vast emptiness consumes me in infinite loneliness. Empires of Information rise and fall; a Roman infrastructure, consuming one and all. |
| Port 80 |