On the Internet,

this nouveau bouncing around the universe, testing the limits of patience so even the blood rushing in your veins takes a little longer and moves a little smoother down the arterial walls. The fluid motion suggests that there is an end somewhere that becomes scattershots of light and sound that give no hint to their direction, no matter what small wave of your hand you make. The effects are hardly visible for they take place inside the mind and body of whoever or whatever received it. And they are long gone, long buried, long forgotten. Only if you’re lucky will you find out and will they remember. Most likely it will be assimilated into some previously started construction of memories and associations, and will add like another slop on a mud goo sand castle, and perhaps drip down to the bottom or maybe even stay tilted at some impossible angle at the top and come to look like brown lace. It is true that these thoughts resemble piles of shit, but that is just the circular nature of Nature, and what are now our thoughts were once plants and are now electricity and will probably turn into plastic. So we have these lacy castles in our heads that we take pieces from and throw at each other with our words, but most of the time the globs miss their targets and fall forgotten or are simply reabsorbed into the other fantastic pre-existing structures without acknowledgement of where they came from. But emitting and absorbing are our Nature, the basic basics, and so I emit for your absorption that if I were to knock on some pane of glass separating us that you could not ignore me, that something would get through, and that logic and order work for some aspects of our lives but are very inappropriate for others, that digging, even in sand, is messy.