i danced with the necrom ancers .
possesed of power , they hide what i cannot understand, a disguise the shape of a cloud – a drift .
no longer do i trust my vision . data is the modality of measure .
the perfect medium . pure in its form - invisible , apparent only when collected,
aggregated .. defining what we want to see, what we
want to be . an amorphous love
takes shape revealing the patterns