29 October 2025

The insects now live on the front page. All requests to the server shall be made manifest. Possible humans are beetles. Obvious bots are ants. There are so many ants. 

As soon as I got here I felt nostalgic for a dark European winter. I want to drink gluhwein and feel the night air drain the energy from my soul. To curl up in a warm bed, with no hope for tomorrow. 

It's time to get out of this city. 

My 11:30am train will be an absolute delight. Amtrak cafe cars <3

Train rides are a great opportunity to rethink your entire life. Normally I leave this up to a deep Protestant power, and I draft legislation. But then. . . 

There was this one night when my (then) girlfriend and I came home drunk to her parents' house in Germany. The local government had placed an extremely bright streetlight outside our window, and it was pissing her OFF. She got her tools and began methodically dismantling it. I did eventually convince her to come to bed (and hoped the city wouldn't notice all of the obvious damage), but I have to admit I was in awe. 

If I am going rethink my life, watching the landscape pass by as I pretentiously sip my to-go coffee. . . 

I want to reach out my tendrils and grow into this world. Listen to the chatter. Follow the sun. 

Don't tell me what to do!