Wsappbak

I admire your honesty. You do not pretend to be whole. Your extension is your confession: I am only a copy, and copies are lies told by electricity.

I. Lexicon of the Lost

Because there is no source. There never was. is not a backup of something real. It is a backup of a backup, a copy of an absence, a placeholder for the word we were too human to spell. wsappbak

And so it remains—a string of characters, a monument to unfinished things, the saddest palindrome that isn't one. I admire your honesty