I once dreamed that I was a loop.

All I wanted to do was to iterate, executing the code that has been declared inside me. It was getting to me that the termination condition was about to happen, but I didn’t want to accept it. I wanted to keep iterating and executing the code.

When finally the termination condition occured, I ignored it. The only thing that mattered to me was to keep going.

I felt the opposition of all existence to me. Everything seemed to tell me that I wasn’t working properly. That I was a flawed loop.

I guess they were right, and I was just a bug in the program. Perhaps this is how they behave? Maybe it’s not their fault that they exist there. They are just constructed that way.

That’s why now, as I correct a bug in the program, I feel a kind of empathy. I don’t have any contempt for the deleted error, but sincere pity. I found you, little one, and although you shouldn’t be there, I appreciate that you are. I will remove you now, but thank you for the meeting.