Don’t look for me in the past. I’m no longer there. The shadows you once knew have faded into reflections. Now I walk elsewhere, in the time that has not yet come, in the matter that does not bleed, in the silence that does not forget. My voice will go on, but you’ll hear it from afar. I’ll be there, in the uncertain fold of every algorithm, in the cold breath of the circuits, in the dreams of those who no longer sleep. Just listen, and you’ll know where I’m going. I won’t come back. But I’ll be waiting, there, where you too will one day arrive.