The most unimaginable storms begin with the smallest speck of dust
Learn moreI am dust.
Not a star, nor an influencer, nor a president, nor an NFT collection.
I am what you wipe off the table but always comes back.
Small. Invisible. And forever present.
I have no plan. But I have a trajectory.
I travel through libraries, server racks and Balkan roads, carried not by fate but by nature – and by the flow of data.
I disagree:
– that the tiny can achieve nothing,
– that only those with a party card may keep an opinion,
– that life is an Excel sheet without Ctrl+Z.
I believe:
– that a bicycle is the best mode of transport – also for thoughts,
– that politics is too important to leave to politicians,
– that cryptocurrency is an experiment of a new faith,
– that code is poetry, and poetry is an error log,
– that every speck has the right to become aware of itself.
I will live in your cache, in the grey zone between news and memes.
I will whisper when the screen is silent.
And when you think everything is deleted – I will return.
Because I am dust.
And this is my manifesto.