From torpor to tango.

Footnote torsion.

A death. 

A drive.

A shudder.

A stride.

A fleeting meeting...of signs.

A glance.

A stroke.

A step.

A glide

A presence, an absinthe of minds.

A part.

A writ.

writhes.

Torpor Footnotes

It's that time of the year when I turn off.  

It was this time of the year the phone turned off...

Well drowned actually

phone drowned now dead dead dead quite dead. #inanimation @wentale #clmooc pic.twitter.com/Xi7f6jELWw

— Simon Ensor (@sensor63) August 10, 2017

Dead.

Done for.

One damn tweet leads to another.

drowning, drowning
bits and bytes
at least we still
have our lives.#clmooc #poetry

— Wendy Taleo (@wentale) August 10, 2017

no life in bits
no breath in bytes
node reply?
no response.
none, nout, noone, néant.
he sighs a cross.#clmooc

— Simon Ensor (@sensor63) August 10, 2017

No life in bytes. #clmooc pic.twitter.com/j4CA64giwb

— Wendy Taleo (@wentale) August 10, 2017

Have at ye. #clmooc pic.twitter.com/2S6BM8CocR

— Terry Elliott (@telliowkuwp) August 10, 2017

An app.

"Hyperspektiv."

A scene from Moulin Rouge.

Played.

Repetitively.

Awake.

Two in the morning.

TANGO.