Index — Of Titli

Somewhere between memory and metadata.

drwxr-xr-x (Everyone can read it, but only time can write to it.) index of titli

You know the butterfly is there. You see it in the corner of your eye. You hear the flutter in your chest. It is listed in the index of every beautiful thing you have ever felt. Somewhere between memory and metadata

And Titli ? Titli is the background process. The daemon running silently. It is the fluttering anxiety of potential. The knowledge that you are currently in the chrysalis. You are neither the caterpillar nor the winged creature. You are the dissolving . You are the chaos. index of titli