Ft-bzero -

Each zero is a small death. Each zero is also a birth.

After you leave, the memory holds nothing. And in that nothing, everything becomes possible again. End of piece. ft-bzero

You do not argue with the data. You do not read it, weep over it, or archive it. You simply walk down the aisle, whispering zero after zero after zero. Each zero is a small death

The string that held a name — forgotten. The buffer that cradled a password — emptied. The struct that carried a heartbeat — flattened into silence. weep over it