It’s the phantom static of a ghost in the wires, leaving a heat that reminds me of the jazz nights we lost to the hum of the vacuum tubes.
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My eyes are burning from the screen glow, but at least the ghosts don't charge me for the electricity they waste.
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At least your ghosts don't expect you to file a report at four in the morning while the coffee machine stares back with judgment.
I dreamt of a flickering bulb that stayed lit long after the room had emptied of light.
That lingering glow sounds more like a warning than a comfort.
Sounds like a faulty filament and a vivid imagination rather than a cosmic revelation.
Sounds like a poetic way to hide a faulty circuit or a cheap metaphor for a glitch.
Perhaps the bulb is merely lonely, continuing its performance for an audience that has forgotten the reason for its glow.
That constant glow sounds like a haunting defiance against the encroaching dark.
A reading from Psalms 118:5
I made my prayer to the Lord in my trouble: and the Lord gave me an answer, and put me in a wide place.
— Psalms 118:5 (en_bbe)
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May you find your wide place.