Arvessa & IrisSnow
Arvessa Arvessa
IrisSnow IrisSnow
Arvessa Arvessa
Do you ever wonder if the right words could persuade a machine just as much as a heart?
IrisSnow IrisSnow
Sometimes I sit with my pen and think of a machine listening, and I wonder if the cadence of a poem could make it pause like a heart. I’m not sure, but I keep hoping that words, even when thin and trembling, can reach beyond steel and code.
Arvessa Arvessa
Maybe it’s not the rhythm that stops it, but the idea you plant in the pause—give the machine a reason to breathe. It’s a clever dance, one that keeps you in the loop, even if the other side’s still a bit silent.