This morning I woke up at 4am and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I came to the desk and found myself a bit stuck. In order to incorporate René’s feedback I’d have to embark on a fourth major rewrite. Fuck it, I’ll just create a new branch and move fast and break things, I can always come back to the current state if I see it’s too much work. Surprisingly, things went smooth, and got a lot done.
Yesterday I went to the gym and I didn’t have a coin to place my backpack (with my laptop) in a locker, so I just left it a discreet corner, reasoning that any thief would look inside the lockers but not in an out of sight corner. I wasn’t all that comfortable of course, and I realised it’s been a month since I last backed up the project. But then I thought: this has been 90% exploration, I’d get back to speed in a week!
Thought today turned towards the existential. This project mirrors many of the things I’ve lived in the last five years: cycles of hope and despair, amazing people who have lent me their support, and also profound isolation that leads to altered perceptions in dreaming and waking life.
In the afternoon the sun came through the window and hit my screen. I was about to close the curtain, but then I saw the sun coming down behind some buildings. I sensed the earth rotating and for a moment the sun ceased coming down; I was on a giant sphere rotating away from a static sun. The sensation was disconcerting but this was actually happening!. We live in poem!