Fasten your seat-belts, earplugs in and here we go. The city flows silently and the leaves dance together with plastic bags in an urban eddy. Music in the blood and so much feelings pressing when you take in everything. Silent shadows with faces that pass by and I think, oh well I need to freeze this moment and carve it into a stone cake, the ones you find in the book: uncle tungsten.
I'm planning to be much more moveable in the future and are preparing a smaller laptop with linux for guile-unify development. I had a stress breakthrough and need to take a brake from work. And of cause the most relaxing thing for me to do is to code like an artist and not like a monkey. Probably the resulting code will be too poetic, but I don't care. I hunt for pieces of ideas. Not running them through the fingers like the end is near. In the end I will return to normal productivity but that's for later. Most important thing for universe minus me in the near future is to shelve out a release of this stuff. Then people who would like to play a tune of two of that weird poetry can do that with some guidance. Or at least not need to read the mind of a sole on the other side of the Atlantic see.
Oh, I'm also trying to push out a physics paper, but that have to take the time it takes. What's cool here is that I will try to make it as a combination of poetry and science - if they dare.
So, for me life can be stated with the one liner:
Play it again Sam!
Dream on folks!