The internet is not a weightless, perfect system. Instead: messy cables are zip-tied to old communication lines, forming at best a haphazard net. Everything blinks in a pattern we can't quite understand. Meanwhile, the breeze blocks down the street form a confusing calendar, a semaphore intended to ventilate. The decorative concrete wants to be lightweight. Like a cloud. Stuck in nostalgia, they try and fail to hide the fence behind them.