#029: Strange faint glitch patterns in grey and white, with a thick purple horizontal stripe.


We don’t know what they mean
And yet we can’t look away
Is this some kind of code?
A message from another world?
Or is it just an illusion, trick of the light?

We stare at patterns mesmerized
We interpret signs in the fog
Until they fade away
To a place beyond reason
Like the soft flow of a river, gently lapping at the shores
Of our minds