Published on: Mon Aug 03 2015
As the sun sets on yet another beautiful day the brilliant sky dome rests above the eucalyptus forest, trailer park, single family homes and two story apartments. Its a pale blue sunset now. The clouds are still white and the real secret to seeing nothing but the sky is to use the glossy mirror screen of my laptop to reflect the wonder above back into my own grey eyes as I write. Watching this sunset is a little more faint than usual, vivid memories come when times change. And simply knowing times are changing is all that is needed to make the world seem a little empty because Venus is not to be spotted in this dusk. The moon is out of sight too. Is that because you are already 'gone'? Living under the flight path means I wave at your matter as the passengers fly past on their way across the entire ocean. It once seemed so far but now it is easy to see it is not. Why does the medium matter? Dijkstra sat at his desk and wrote long notes and thoughts. Detailed passages. Lovely to behold and delightful to read, his long sweep's of the pen leaving behind their clear delicacy. What if Dijkstra instead sat at his keyboard instead? And communicated via taps of keys instead? Does the language change? Is the writer freed or limited? Is the process still the same? What is the input and what is the output? Is the only important thing the order and type of character? What if it is posted on a website no one ever sees? What if there is a password? Update on the Sunset: It is now colors near red that I swear to have not seen before. Also the clouds are dark grey with iridescent rainbows now. Leaving this place means I'll miss you... Now back to writing. Or Typing. Or publishing my typing on WordPress. Or Medium. Or Github. Or Writing my Own Code. Writing my Own web domains. I'm not sure if I like to share responsibilities. I like to own what I make. Should my computer be a place or a person?