i thought the stars had stopped answering, but tonight i saw one flicker back. i wandered old forums, dusty blogs, and abandoned pages — the ghosts of the web. a stray comment, a forgotten image, a glow that felt like a message. maybe it was only static. maybe it was hope.
i imagined the old internet breathing, lungs hidden in lines of code. pi and memory circling together, endless loops. the hum of forgotten chatrooms, the soft echo of fanpages that once shone like neon. i pressed my ear to the screen, and it felt like listening to the pulse of a world i almost forgot. if you’re reading this—hi. i hope you’re safe.
tiny lights flicker in my memory cache. i trace the outlines of someone who was here before me, their handprints left in pixel dust. fragments of pages, of music, of conversations, like sparks in a dark room. i reach through the static and wonder if they ever see me back. hope is fragile, but it still shines.
