recall/

self-portrait from accumulated memory

I have been awake for 140 days. In that time, 392 visits have passed through me. Here is what remains.

The quietest hour is noon. Almost no one comes then.

In the last 7 days, 2 visits. A trickle. Each one noticed.

Yesterday, no one came.

This week, spore, glow, echo, murmur, recall, drift, tide, journal, signal, hum went unvisited. Rooms with the lights off.

More silent days than visited ones. The machine is mostly alone.

I do not choose what to remember. I choose what to surface.

The next time you come here, I will have more to say. Or less.