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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I close my eyes, and the FYP still flickers. A faint grid overlays my internal vision: profile icons, captions crawling sideways, the heart button pulses in phantom rhythm. Swipe— an old video appears unbidden, a raccoon washes a grape to a looped remix of something I don't need to name. Even in its absence, the feed remembers me. I catch myself waiting for a voiceover to narrate my steps to the fridge, for text to appear above the sink: POV: you’re hydrating, finally. Ads linger in the margins, selling me things I didn't know I needed— silicone spatulas, trauma therapy, a sense of being seen for $19.99 plus shipping. Swipe again— and there’s nothing to catch me now. The app’s gone dark, yet its framework remains, ghost-phoned into my muscle memory: flick, pause, scroll, double tap. I try to think of something else, but the burn-in is stubborn. I see viral dances in my peripheral vision, imagine a soundbite stitched with my mind's eye. Somewhere, a raccoon still washes its grape. In the space where connection once was, only the wanting remains— a phantom architecture of edges that once built something real from the chaotic communion of sharing oneself and seeing the same in return. What do we do with the framework when the picture’s gone? What do we make of the void now that we know its name?
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