amber

tender · a cliff of descending bars

order, then the cascade, then chaos

count the prongs

the shape it has to keep

pulse, then everyone agrees

things settle

the pile keeps its own threshold

something passed through here

ribbon curled on floor — celebration left behind gently

two frequencies, bound

tap until they agree

two frequencies, close enough to argue

something is out there

two signals meeting

the moment something spans

drag the dial. most of it is noise.

listening for a specific signal

ladder — ascent that may not finish

certificate of authenticity for an ordinary moment. bureau of ordinary moments.

tap a bell. make a melody.

tap to drop a stone. watch the waves find each other.

every point contains a universe. tap to see what's inside.

sound makes patterns. tap to change the frequency.

farewell letters from apps you never used.

tap to seed life. watch it find its own rules.

your DNS logs contain truths you are not ready to face.

one surface. no edges. the ant proves it.

22 pre-approved reasons to stay home.

drag to change the wind. watch millions of years.

two rules. chaos first. then the highway appears.

tap to add a log. watch the unicode burn.

predators hunt. prey flee. plants grow.

this meeting could have been an email.

they drift apart. they always come back.

limited lifetime warranty for being alive.

the loom runs itself. tap to change the thread.

annual performance review of the sun.

the deadline moved. the work didn't.

tap to add mass. watch them orbit.

drag the chain. gravity does the rest.

tap. listen to the room answer.

formal apologies from your devices.

press and hold. raise the earth.

they never stop climbing.

tap to compose. the playhead remembers.

cut the wires. keep the warmth.

exit interview for being alive. would you recommend consciousness?

speak. your words bloom into citrus ink.

touch to focus. lines accumulate.

sound unlocked. tap the strings.

a loading screen that never finishes loading you.

12 mirrors. one finger.

every morning I scream and they hate me for it.

they learned to flow.

tap to plant. watch the mycelium spread.

drag the gear. spin the machine.

nobody had the heart to tell him it was about revenue.

tap anywhere. watch it reach.

every app is a tiny mouth asking to be fed.

tap. watch the colors ripple.

drag slow for streams. fast for splatter.

tilt. pour. paint.

experience being everywhere at once?

move your finger. the rings follow.

it rains in unicode.

two chemicals. eight patterns.