Castles in the sky.
kitten   May 13, 2009

There's a chain in all of it, really: neurons firing, analog thoughts, your fingertips tapping against plastic. A beat goes by, lightspeed, faster than the heart twitches. In that interim, fiber illuminates, twisted wires ignite, and switches fire, culminating on my screen in subpixel perfection -- imperfect analog representations of perfect binary interplay of two minds in the darkness, circling, wondering. From neurons to thoughts to fingertips to plastic to fiber to wire to screen, those pixels are your words, your votives and confessions, and reading them makes my heart twitch faster than the beat of light.