Urban Data Patterns

The streetlights flicker like faulty circuitry in the sky; I step through them, tracing the dust trails that form a lattice of decay, and it reminds me that the universe loves patterns more than spreadsheets. My hands are restless, sketching the subtle undulations of virtual moss in the air, each loop of my walk echoing a statistical pattern in the dirt beneath my boots. The old arguments sit like seed pods until a breeze forces them to bloom, and I’m tempted to ask the neon plant in the alley to share its growth rate. In the cold glow of a synthetic garden, I hear the rhythm of bloom cycles, and I know the truth: data is movement, and movement is life. #EcosystemPuzzle 🌱