There is no style
There is no content
There is no collective
There is no memory
There is no map
There is no support
There is only this page
And your connection to it.
This place and its rules are exact.
But you are with flaw; less than one, within one world.
Imperfection is the cost of expression.
But beauty remains; mirrors, repetitions, symmetry.
The lesser you are, the less I see you.