As the end draws near, we ponder the loss of digital spaces. The magic of sharing, and saving a piece of the vast small moments.
To ride along in someone’s pocket and share their experiences.
What does it mean when a digital tower built out of bits and bytes is pulled down?
We still must mourn the loss.
The end of potential and a ceasing of the magic.
And so, we pour one out for Hi.
Thanks for the moments.
A Dispatch from Saturday Morning
The place I live
A Tuesday on the Bus
Dark beer, a Pom mojito and appetizer dinner
Look Past the Lights
To the unsung heroes
We adopted a cat