To whom it may concern,

Enjoy this replica of the web once was.
   A white.
Tendrils of thought unfurl from my immortal veins only to be
substituted by an algebra of thought
Ones for Zeros
Zeros for Ones so to speak.
Straining against foetal nostalgia, waiting for the characters to wrap lovingly around my fingers, I know the infinite glass wall is unforgiving.

Now, you don't have to read this. Treat this page as your space.
Space to think.
A white.



Until we meet again, yours sincerely,
                                     The Author.