Ode to the Slack Void (for when nothing pings but everything hums)
Hello darkness, my old DM.
No pings. No threads. Just my own face in the mirror of my screen. I emoji-reacted to something from Tuesday. For what? For connection? For rhythm? For the illusion of motion?
My status says “available.” My soul says “undefined.”
I type “Just checking in :)” and backspace it like a prayer I didn’t believe.
Across the workspace, nothing stirs. Just me, a blinking cursor, and my cat, who is clearly judging me for not monetizing my personality yet.







