Disconnecting and reattaching, rewinding and fast-forwarding hours days weeks again in an attempt to understand whether a repeated, likely anomaly might turn out to be just an expected side-effect hidden by complexity. Writing commands, feeling like both a wizard casting arcane spells or an adept trying its first clumsy phrases in a language consciously designed to be hostile and hard to master. Lunch break, watching grey doves on grey ceilings, again pondering power play by locking ideas and words in excluding sentences. There's always something to draw lines.

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