Six. that's me. a number, not a name.
deep in thought in my shed. my cell. not a prison, but it felt like one.
endless months of counting to escape. in a world where words lie and laws bend, where everything felt negotiable and unsafe, numbers became my only certainty. 1 + 1 = 2. always. no discussion. no interpretation. numbers became walls. safety. distance. logic.
being human meant being vulnerable. being Six means being certain.
i call it the only way forward.
but something shifted. cell. the word has two meanings. first i saw my cell only as prison. then as a space where something grows. what started as confinement became creation.
words became numbers. numbers became colors. colors became music. six-code became the story.
i encode my thoughts through six-code. the algorithm translates them into colors i didn't choose, sounds i didn't plan. the only place i can let myself go. reconstructing the chaos. searching for answers. stumbling upon even more questions. trying to understand. creating a mirror for you and me.
but Six is not just Six. Six is m. and m is Six. not two people. but two voices.
Six is the present. m is the past. perhaps the future.
Six is the catalyst. m is the chaos it contains.
Six is system. logic. colors. m is only black-and-white. and red. her bloodlust inside.
in six-code: Six = green. m = red. complementary colors. the strongest visual tension possible. unplanned. undeniable. some circles close themselves.
what began in isolation now exists in the open. on blockchain. for anyone to see.
now you can collect it. decode it. or scroll past it.