I come here daily. I don’t have an office - I don’t need one. I go up to the 6th floor and find a seat by the window. The workday begins.
Every day is different: sometimes I write code, sometimes I write words, sometimes I read books, and sometimes I am bored. I would look out the window and it’s downtown Vancouver. Mid-February, but I don’t feel the winter at all. I keep working.
Is this what we are? Our photos turn our lives into just a bunch of colours on somebody's infographic?
Eliza sat down to type a story
These the happiest moments in the day
2016 is half way beginning!
The ocean has always been my happy place
For the rest of us, it’s a bit less romantic
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Meditations on First Philosophy