It’s a strange thing, this “internet”. I sit here in a darkened room tapping away on a small slab of plastic with a glowing screen, and within seconds of hitting a “submit” button, my words, thoughts, views and ideas will be transmitted throughout the world. Machines will read the words and store them for tomorrow, for next year, and for countless decades into the future. Long after we are gone, future generations will be able to look back on the traces we leave and piece together the parts of our jigsaw; who we were, where we lived, and what we thought about. Our hopes, our dreams, our fears. I like that.
You May Also Enjoy
Far from the madding crowd
less than 1 minute read
As the final hours of 2025 ebbed away, I sat on the sofa with a laptop, quietly lifting 22 years worth of blog posts into the air - to land them far from the...
Boxing Day
2 minute read
After falling off the internet in recent days, I reached out to a few friends around the world this morning - wishing them a happy “Boxing Day”, and none of ...
Christmas Day
3 minute read
Somehow we’ve made it through Christmas in one piece.
Work, chores and strictly
3 minute read
It’s been a few days again. A few days since I last emptied my head into the keyboard. I’m not sure where the last week went, to be honest. Work, chores, and...