Grey sky, grey hours, thin rain still and a distinct lack of colours. Weeding obvious bugs out of very old code. Wondering how they got there in the first place. And afraid to dig even deeper. Too, coping with other annoyances that get into ones way elsewhere. Small pitfalls to again and again stumble. Closing in on 3pm and wondering to just conclude the day. Experiencing and pondering different wake states. Not just with machines.
#outerworld #concrete city #home office hours #where we do what we do #stories of architecture and the sky and everything in between
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Marga Xeyat â’¶ hat dies geteilt.