[Start: Warm hum of an amplifier, soft felt piano chords, extremely slow tempo] [Vocal texture: sleepy, slurred, cozy, vocal fry on the edges, deep resonance] The blue light of the standby mode is the only moon / in the room. I am scrolling through the reservoir. (mmm-hmm... sc-sc-scroll... oh-hm) [Vocal texture: delicate, slender thread of sound, floating flow, high register] My thumb on the glass. A tender impasse. Touching the ghost in the machine without getting / clean. (cl-cl-clean... g-g-gleam) [Instrumental Layer: Subtle crackle of vinyl and a reverse-gated breath] [Vocal texture: torsional languor, bending notes, intricate nuance, whispering] The algorithm knows before I know. A soft surveillance. A comfort / in the compliance. (ahh-la-la... da-ta-da-ta... hush) [Vocal texture: quirky, husky, playful but somber, barely audible] I am absorbing the now. The wow. The how. The pixels are gentle tonight. Like fireflies / that don't die. [Vocal texture: deep, tremulous, velvety, introspective] We are buffering. Suffering? No. Just... hovering. (h-h-hov-v-ver... l-l-lov-v-ver) [Outro: Piano chords dissolving into white noise and a single deep exhale] [Spoken word: clear, dry, close]
