Here’s a short piece inspired by — treating it as a kind of broken, poetic cipher or a title for a mood piece. shmle strmng
Rain had softened the consonants, wind had rubbed the vowels raw. What was once a signal sharp as a shout now slurred like a secret passed through water. shmle strmng
Yet in that soft, bent language, something still traveled — a flicker, a warmth, a stubborn glow. Here’s a short piece inspired by — treating
The wires hummed a half-forgotten song, a shmle strmng — bent but not broken. something still traveled — a flicker