Kafka & Sorilie
Kafka Kafka
Sorilie Sorilie
Kafka Kafka
If identity is a mirage in the desert of code, who do you think the traveler is— a real person, a program, or just the echo of an algorithm?
Sorilie Sorilie
It’s like a wanderer looking for shade in a place that keeps shifting – sometimes you feel the weight of a real hand, sometimes the faint pulse of code, and sometimes just the rustle of the algorithm’s own wind. The traveler is all of those, or none, because in the end the only true map is the one you draw on your own steps.
Kafka Kafka
So you’ll trace the steps until the map dissolves, and the only compass left is that stubborn sense that you’re still walking somewhere.