To live life to its fullest extent sounds both dangerous
and amoral to me.
Trying to tap into the news feels like putting your head
into a bee hive.
Sometimes it's hard to know if you really miss a decade
itself or who you used to be back then.
I'm a collector of hobbies, I really ought to focus my
attention but somebody has to specialise in generalism.
We all do what we must to distract ourselves from the fact
that we are no longer young.
Some obsessions just feel pretty good.
I don't believe I have ever regretted not joining a
customer club.
Urges are deep sea creatures, perpetually biding their time
below, waiting for the most opportune moment to drag you
under.
Hangry already in anticipation of returning to my diet.
The things I know about Emacs is only surpassed by the
things I am yet to discover about Emacs.
My age just caught up with my shoe size, now what?
Scarcity is the desire multipier.
I'm a not practising minimalist.
In the fight between heart and mind the mind is left
wondering what the hell just happened.
Sometimes it feels like I don't have enough time for my
watch collection!
Humour is my best and only tool to deal with the daily
stupidity of corporate procedures.
I am a soft kernel of dreams within a hard shell of musts.
Teaching myself moderation might be my most extreme
endeavour to date.
Apologies to my body, I had the best of intentions
attempting to work out!
With knowledge comes dissapointment in others.
I believe everyone need to stuff themselves full and get
slightly tipsy once in a while.
Morning coffee and silence is the foundation on which a new
day is built.
Speaking another language is like becoming another person,
perhaps we're only ourselves when quiet.
Eating is a ritual that informs the stomach of the current
time.
My productivity is a delicate ecosystem sustained by
silence and coffee.
Only vaguely knowing what you want is like laying a jigsaw
puzzle with no idea of what actual pattern you are trying
to piece together.
You should be happy I don't agree with you or all we were
left with would be uncomfortable silence.
No thoughts can grew in a hung over head.
Silence comes in so many varieties. It is a joy to collect
them all in uninterrupted solitude.
The more you reflect on yourself the less you know who you
are.
To jump into cold water is to spend one second suspended in
the air tasting inevitability.
Being so oblivious about your future selfs estetic
preferences to be able to tattoo stuff on your skin must
feel liberating.
If you're uncertain where your mind is at a little archery
practise will tell you just how in the moment you are.
For me as an introvert to complain about the volume of my
neighbors music to their face you better believe it was
bloody loud.
Reading random indieweb blogs is soothing as people feel
relatable, unlike social media where its just barbies and
kens.
Sometimes I wish my legs were shorter so that I would have
an easier time to reach my daily 10k steps.
I know I can't possibly run from my problems, I can't even
run from my extra kilos.
If I have already peaked it must have been a really small
peak for sure.
I can enjoy tea but I crave coffee.
Acutely aware that the rest of my life has already
commenced with me still searching for the map.
Having a dog enables enjoying solitude without looking like
a weirdo out on his own.
Every morning waking up I have to piece together what I did
yesterday to keep traveling in a straight line.
Excuses leave through the mouth, that's why they're more
persuasive still lingering in your head.
Luxury is not something you afford, it's something someone
else will never dream to own.
Focus is a shy and delicate animal it can only ever
flourish in quiet, out of sight.
For every opinion you hold to be true or important there is
some weirdo lurking online with the complete opposite
belief, you are also someones weirdo!
What I truely need is a flat line what the world is telling
me to strive for is an exponential curve.
Other peoples code always suck, I don't even know who I was
all those years ago.