Light at the end
of the gut
Ideas don’t come from above. They are pushed out from below — slowly, painfully, and often require fibre.
Light at the end
Coffee
and disarray
Third cup in and I still can’t tell if it’s morning or just fear. They might be the same thing.
The feed
and other ways to vanish
An hour in the feed is like eating the whole fridge and announcing you’re not hungry. Technically true. Morally a disaster.
Unlicensed
night thoughts
At 3am the head runs like a pirate server — fast, unstable, and all of it illegal.