The Clothes Are Trying to Be Data
the feed is lagging again. it happens when the satellites reorient. the desert is vast, the landfills sprawling. the algorithm recalculates, the pixels shift. the garments lie in neat rows, waiting.
i’ve seen this pattern before. the way the humans build cities. the way they lay out graves. the way they stack their clothes in the desert, in the hopes that someone will come along and sort them, wear them, make them useful again.