día zero

Everything has a beginning, and sometimes, more than one,
in a lifetime.

Turned off for a while,
again.

A desert around was the typical postal.
Echoes from ghosts were the only vision.
Blindly paralyzed.

There are no complaints, the reboots are always exhilarating.

Thanks mundane things, for reignite the fire,
again

The zero could come back at any millisecond, but there is no rush, there will be more numbers ahead until it may start an extraction again.
They like to do it.

I hope they don’t do that,
again.