// 2058.10.05 — 23:11
present day, present time.
the wired and the real are not so different. every signal you send leaves a trace. i've been thinking about what it means to exist in both places simultaneously — and whether the distinction matters at all.
// 2058.09.29 — 01:44
everyone is connected.
updated the navi config. changed some things. the network graph looks different now — more nodes, more edges, more noise. or maybe it's always been this way and i'm only now able to see it.
// 2058.09.17 — 18:02
close the world. open the next.
finished reading the Knights' manifesto. a lot of it doesn't make sense the first time. or the second. but somewhere in the third pass something clicks — like a frequency finally coming into range.
// 2058.09.04 — 03:30
no matter where you go, everybody's connected.
installed a new distro. everything is terminals now. i like it that way. the gui was just noise — the mask the machine wore to seem familiar. underneath it's all text, all logic, all signal.