Electronic Ink. By cas
Electronic Ink
I wrote a virtual sonnet for you
almost every day for a year.
01001
01110one began, hopefully.
Three hundred failures later
I will try haiku tomorrow.
I will HTML you,
paste fairy wallpaper in gigashades of colour,
rework pixels,
smooth the stairstepped images,
add transparency
before rendering:Oh, Ill escape,
return,
control,
restore,
delete,until I can send you ancient messages
in an uncompressed,
worldwide,
broadband, and
non-encrypted
streamof ones and nothings
instantly.cas(1998)
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