Bathing herself in algorithms, she hopes to slide surreptitiously to the threshold of their borders, sensing their discrete boundaries, making fragile.  She wants to seep beneath their rational logic blurring them into a state of unreadability.  She slinks across the ground from left to right and back again, obscuring the text. She imagines herself spilling into each word and responding intuitively to its movements within a tempo of mutuality.  She is, after all, always in the process of becoming, a seasonal goddess; symbol of transformation itself. Yet, within this particular paradigm, she is unable to shake the materiality of the browser window. She acknowledges her limitations as any kind of symbol of non-binary transformation: she is code.  She yearns for inkiness, for a slow encounter with the sinewy fibres of a paper sheet.