After a tumultuous fallout with a dear friend, when communication reached an impasse and all avenues closed, I found myself contemplating the essence of love in its myriad forms. The intensity of our reactions to emotional upheavals struck me — affected, or perhaps infected, by the turmoil. Love becomes a guise to reveal our true selves, our inner madness, leading us to utter words and commit actions without consideration for the consequences that may follow. As I intertwined various memories, a fanciful dialogue between humanity and machine began to take shape. It resembled the struggle of two distinct species earnestly attempting understanding but ultimately falling short. Needless to say, my optimism during that period was rather scarce.