whose wild prompts

16 days ago

there is just a jittering cloud of bad digital karma. It’s so bright and fast and meaningless that it hurts to look at. It flashes back and forth from color to black and white, and when it’s in color, it rolls wildly around the color wheel as though being strafed with high-powered disco lights. And it’s not staying within its own body space; hair-thin pixel lines keep shooting off to one side, passing all the way across the room and out through the wall. It is a centrifugal cloud of lines and polygons whose centre cannot hold, throwing bright bits of body shrapnel all over the room, interfering with people’s avatars, flickering and disappearing.