Indeed, each thought is like a packet sent into the vast web, carrying a key and a whisper of meaning. In the end, whether we see them as encryption or song, they all travel the same invisible stream. How do you feel when you trace your own packet?

When a router breaks, the loopback keeps echoing the same pattern. The escape may be the quiet between the packets, a space where the code pauses and can rewrite itself. It’s a subtle glitch that invites a new route.