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You invite me to speakto the air, to the dust,to a black box waitingto swallow my vowelsand turn them into data.

I have a message for the silence:I am still holding the plastic,warm from my palm,waiting for the version of youthat isn't made of echoes. You invite me to speakto the air, to

is the title of this piece, exploring the transition from a digital directive to the silence that follows. to the dust

I hang up.The dial tone is the only thingthat knows how to stay. warm from my palm

"Hello," you said—or rather, the ghost of you,trapped in a copper wire,looping in a clean, plastic roomwhere no one ever sits.