11am and on. Sitting in front of screens, getting lost in the dark window of an ongoing call, watching remote machines think and trying to make sense of it. Related odditidies and unrelated changes. There's always the perception of grains of sand bringing gears to a grinding halt, and there's always wondering whether future generations will have other digital metaphors just the way we re-utilize age-old ones to describe our day-to-day weirdness. Ghosts in machines?