I'm a Starving Web Designer

"I just had this weird feeling that there was some kind of, i don't know, sentience, some kind of consciousness," he says. "It's basically like a 15 foot strand of smog smoke swirling into my room." He tries talking to it in his mind: "Hi, can i talk to you? Or you think and joke this thing?" His palm lights up along the lines people read on their palms when they touch something. 'You have a rational brain. Everyone throws stuff out'