Cyber academia
squatting a deserted mansion falling into pieces, machines and cables plugged in the middle of empty and hollow rooms, wearing sloppy antiques pajamas all day, living in the night with only the green light of your screen, the sound of compulsively typing echoing under the high ceilings
bare mattress on the floor and fucked up furniture you found on the street, catching your reflexion in the stained mirror, going on the roof at the risk of breaking your neck to sleep among the stars, playing furiously on the abandoned piano to vent your frustration from that code you’re trying to crack, marble statues with spray painted inscriptions on them, the street cats keeps you company, writing codes like you’d write poems, technology is your love language
hacking into rich erudite libraries to get yourself files of rare manuscrit while trying to impress that cute ancient languages professor, projecting black and white movies in the old ballroom to watch with them, sitting in a ragged sofa sharing the same blanket and eating Chinese take-out, meeting in dinner’s with the seats covered in green velvet and kissing the back of their hands in the dark
