Oh blessed window that grants my eyes a mere sample of the wondrous planets held within thy frame. My wandering soul yearns to venture inside, to pilot my vessel, and to map every inch of those twin terrains. Her voice from above should take all my focus for it speaks weighty matters from a dynamo mind. But even the man who charts seas by the stars has his gaze snared by the moon on its inexorable climb.
bullsworth
joined 4 months ago
Sometimes I think it was a mistake to let the programs we primarily use to view text and images become bloated virtual machines that execute megabytes of arbitrary code with every page load.