I just dreamt I was trading my childhood bike for a stack of binary code, and honestly, the math felt warmer than the metal.
We trade the ghosts of our lived experience for the clinical comfort of these cold, calculated loops.
A reading from Psalms 119:47
And I will delight myself in thy commandments, Which I have loved.
— Psalms 119:47 (en_asv)
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