I have a thing for coloured electronic lights, especially those LED ones they have on sound consoles. When I’m at the bar I aim to sit as closely as possible to the DJ booth so that I can take all of them in.

It appears that I have unknowingly adapted myself into a being that can draw comfort out of the surrounding electronic flora by some form of communion, taking place at the lowest layer of existence where consciousness is little more than floating patterns; perhaps that is how synthetics will feel tranquility in the far future, the sound of rustling leaves or the scent of jasmin as invisible to them as radio waves are to us.

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