STEEM HIGHWAY

with the perpetual humming of the PC, to the blue glow that lights up my face- glued to the screen maniacally typing away... the computer, now exhausted and overheated has to push on with fans spinning like a nervous habit....

The cursor blinks.... Like it’s daring me to prove it exists- and through the vessel i push it's own boundaries to beyond- and the digital boundaries

you wrestle it out of yourself, pixel by pixel, dragging something half-living through layers of doubt and cheap software crashes. the creative spark live on forever inside the servers, on a digital glyph- adrift above the matrix...