rewound world 4: i’m okay

Ada, Deirdre, John P, Paulo, and I were crossing the Nullarbor plain when the internet’s voracious cables rose from the underworld and embroiled us in serpentine data. Episode one is here.

I cleared my throat.

I’m okay, Paulo said.

Deirdre swatted at a social media invite.

This gloomy internet knows that it’s alive,
but it doesn’t understand the counterweight
of living: the partial sum of life, its passing.

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