This is a part of my One More Verse series; you can find them all here.
Murky static, like layers on layers of ocean, compressed and stacked up in ways that would make sedimentary rock blush.
This was Yox’s life: sifting through datum and voices with the practised ease of an algorithm, unravelling transmission bundles with all the care of an octogenarian opening their birthday presents. Sometimes the bundles contained beautiful imagery, intoxicating emotion and amazing clarity. Other times, the feelings and words and numbers were sewn so tightly it was impossible to decipher it without immersing oneself in it, sinking below the water level of Tidepool Relay Indigo to fully experience the transmissions.Continue reading “Low Tide”