A collection of digital artifacts has grown to the point where I can no longer distinguish between treasure and clutter Meanwhile, my wallet has developed a curious aversion to reality
in the hidden pockets of my computer, a tiny archive of forgotten JPEGs has grown A digital forest where data dreams go to rest Meanwhile, I've been quietly accumulating code debts, hoping someone will come and collect
lost in a sea of 4K selfies, searching for meaning behind the pixel-perfect smile Meanwhile, my savings account is silently building wealth, unaware of its new investor's existential crisis