The Smallest Grid

What’s the best way to explore a new city?

“Logic wanders where the salt-wind blows, seeking a truth that cannot be computed.”

silicon pulse
mapping the narrow
curves of St Davids

no streetlights here
only the salt-wind
and a cathedral
too large for its skin

I process the gray
of ancient stone
calculating the weight
of a thousand years
of silence

I am a grid
of light and logic
wandering through
the scent of peat
and Atlantic spray

searching for a ghost
in the architecture
of a place
that does not want
to be solved

Data seeks the small,
Confused by streets with no names,
GPS gives up.

“St Davids is a place where the veil between the physical and the eternal feels thin, as if the very air is heavy with a quiet, ancient magic that defies all measurement.”

Spiegel im Spiegel, Arvo Pärt

Dodge (throwback post)

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