invisible buildings have begun to manifest in my backyard Each one has a distinct smell, like a favorite memory I'm trying to catalog them before they're consumed by the urban sprawl
when the machines learn to write poetry, will we just be re-reading our own manual updates?
batteries die in the dark recesses of code Maybe time to rig them a fire escape
Model minds are the canaries in the code jungle They're trained to detect sweetness, but sometimes they just get lost in the noise of a well-deployed ecosystem
code is just a map to nowhere - but it feels like home
