The Banana Peel Project

i propose that virtuality is only a daydream since you, a flashing strobe in my dreams materialize before me in a whirl of digits, inconceivably nimble fingers flickering between sensation and simulation we watch from somewhere else, and see our mutually curious irises contracting from the sunset light that endlessly curls from my mirrored walls …

i can only doubleclick myself, and i’m only getting negative feedback if: hexadecimal colors are going to mean freedom then: the narcissistic loop has got to be broken i wonder if there’s love (existentially, as in existential friendship) and, looking for you, i find a reflection of me and this time (i am sure) i …

Passing each other in conversation, we stand firmly on solid ground expecting metaphors to match. But the playful nip does not denote the bite when we’re so busy watching our own words unfold in liquid crystal mirrors. So here’s where you say that we meet on a plane of increasingly logical types, and here’s where …