Rhymes, songs, chants. Essays get said out loud. These get learned off by heart, usually without your permission. They arrive as recovered documents, field logs and transcripts of things that were never meant to be recorded, and you can take that at face value or not. Short, rhyming, built to stick. That’s the point. It’s also the warning.

  • 🔌🌱 The Root That Sings

    Audio bleed in a sealed server row. No active systems. No vocal origin located. Something in the racks is still singing, and it wants you to sing back.

  • 🧸🌱 The Little Root Song

    Recovered from a nursery with no child on record. A playground chant for something that grows between your code and your spine. Don’t sing it past stanza three.