I've got a ways to go but this is my first canvas painting ever. So far I feel like it's looking alright!

Blue-white blur, sonic crack, impact. Reality rewrites itself on contact. Anything in the way is turned to mist.

(This is release day. This is the moment the painting hits the wall, the site goes live, the aircraft leaves the ground or the moment you're forced to realize the patent is real. This is the instant the world realizes the sky just got rewritten.)

Wings close. Gravity is invited to the dance. Every variable accounted for.

(This is the silence before I drop the beat, push the commit, or regulate the truth.)

Eyes locked, wind reading every feather. The world is data. The world is prey.

This is me on the horizon of a new idea, motionless but vibrating with computation.