The Afterimage

I looked, I found
I saw faces, intense colours, distant geographies, known landscapes and involuntary photos, interrupted gestures and movements, other periods, families reunited, parties, celebrations, lunches, dinners, empty glasses, dust and disorder, mountains, beaches and rivers, tombs, cemeteries and cascades, skyscrapers, boats out to sea, black smoke, white smoke, packed cities, deserted peripheries, fields, flowers, water and sand, knowing looks, embarrassed looks, poses, ancient streets and monuments, dogs, cats, giraffes, ostriches, cows and lions, imagined histories.
I saw lives on a screen.
I saw ten screens.
I asked the machine, the guts of the network, and I got answers in return. Answers from other universes in this same universe. I put the past in the present and I had all the time I needed to lose myself.
In return I had words, sounds, other images.
I had what I have never known.
I let myself drift away, I got lost.
I used tracks to find other tracks.
The afterimage, is the image that’s left.
This is what it will become.