Retrogames collecting. Is it less about preserving civilisation’s past, and more about just being sure that your own history did actually exist and wasn’t just some fevered dream?
Like “yes, that crazy bit of my childhood did really happen, I have proof of my memories.”
Listen to the sound of the quietest breath. Beneath the noise of everyday life, hidden under the hummings and the chaos and the distraction.
Everything is contained within the universe, within the tao. You cannot escape it. You can only perceived it, understanding that perception is enough. And in doing so, return to it.
Realising I need to relabel myself this week, professionally-speaking. 2026 has started with me taking on more responsibilities than just, effectively, web dev and sysadmin – titles such as “project manager”, “senior tech” and even “product manager” have all been floating around in my head.
Not as official titles, of course – one of the joys of being self-employed is that the bureaucracy of these things remains largely absent. But as a means of thinking about what I’m being asked to do, where I fit in, and what skills and experience I need to bring, titles are a useful tool.
I know nothing about being a stonemason, but I keep imagining the delicateness of the job at the moment. Feels like I’m chipping away at a lot of things – big things, some would say epic things. Things like Wind Waker on the GameCube, Tom’s Crossing at bedtime, and codebase refactors across several fronts.
I’m not used to these longer stretches. I’ve always enjoyed small, fast things I can feel good about. But among the chips, I’m finding a solace in the notion of progress, and a casual form of it at that. From the open sea, to the (clop-clop-)clip-clop of horses, there can be a gentle joy in the journey that’s missing from many other places.
Don’t know how that comes across in RSS feeds. There should be an audio around here somewhere.
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