i danced with the necrom ancers who holding all the power,
hides what i can’t understand, a disguised the shape of a cloud – a drift .
no longer can i trust my vision for
interpretation . data is the modality of measure . a perfect medium . in its purest of forms - mostly invisible , apparent only
when collected, aggregated .. allowing it to define what we want to see, what we
want to be . an amorphous love
takes shape revealing the patterns