Still resisting sleep, might have (again?) discovered about the tildeverse. And even being not completely sure what's to this, it still reminds me of my very first web pages back in university days, with my ~login being the first anchor thrown out into that world next to the ever-loading Netscape spinner and pages keeping oddly defined typography centered on pages in front of 256 colour GIF background textures resembling seashores and sand. So much for nostalgia.

A flow of seconds minutes hours and a breath of wind in pale branches, reflections on old roofs, a dim light in a distant window and an empty glass to conclude the day. Late evening in between the hills, a distant yet close city, pondering virtual concepts in the real world: Contexts, environments, variables. Sounds of dialup connections, remote systems, slow lines, pixel aesthetics. And always that scent of the open fields, up there on the outer road. Mental images. Until thoughts retreat into an early state of dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.