Ghost-blue drift runs into a billowing white waterfall over blue bruised rocks where information is lost but may yet return.
A misty cloud hangs above it; [data remains retrievable]. And what of the shoal feeding on the algae in the fast current, electrically snapping to and fro - to and fro.
The predators that feed on them? Data hosts, relay nodes. Bigger, faster effervescent colours, genera of eel systems flicker in the rocks. Ruder forms.
I wade out. Fresh cache gathers at my legs. Algorithms break and connect. I am an absence of code, my movement traced by the scattering of information. That which is without is that within. I wheel my rod and send my line. Cast it deep into network.
