When I close my eyes, the elements are still gliding. I have dreams that are stylesheets, that are elements moving inside of stylesheets, sourced by other stylesheets. The colors remain in the periphery of my eyesight. I sit for hours without moving, thirsty, adding fields to models, migrating, leaning into my screen to read error tracebacks in the terminal, squinting. One in the morning, two in the morning, three in the morning. The cats are sleeping. For one week in June, two weeks in August, one week in October, and another in November, I give myself to the site. It would be easier if I didn't have a body, but if I didn't, how would I absorb the radiation from the screen? I hallucinated this website's design and structure while hypnagogic on the Advanced Motion Trainer at Holmes Place Neue Welt.