Her tears rest heavy on her earthen cheek,
suffused in dark bereavement, pools of grief,
for Life fled weary from our future, bleak
in futile lessons learned upon the leaf:
For forty days of petrichor, deserved,
my sodden friends bent, grey in ritual;

empty Monday mornings.
it's all radiator clicks.
shout to my echo
as I sort through returns.
ordering is just a guide;
today I sneak Le Guin
into the non-fiction section.

The boy waits, late as ever.
Hears distant chorus, warm,
unknowable behind frosted glass.
Shapes sway through the door, a suggestion.

When the last rain falls
and weary plains crack under
the sun we forsook,
we'll laugh in our perfect grief,
entwined and wilting as one.

Every craft form is a new way of seeing. A method of producing new thoughts.

I used to be fairly extreme about separation of concerns in my React code. A smart component file for logic. A dumb component file for rendering. A styled-components file for styles. An index file to tie them together. Four files per component, minimum.

It made each individual file very readable. You could generally fit one on a screen. If you needed to understand the render logic, you opened one file. If you needed the business logic, you opened another. The mental overhead of jumping between co-located files was low.

A postcolonial reading of Yeats' "The Realists".

HOPE that you may understand!
What can books of men that wive
In a dragon-guarded land,
Paintings of the dolphin-drawn
Sea-nymphs in their pearly wagons
Do, but awake a hope to live
That had gone
With the dragons?

— W. B. Yeats, Responsibilities (1914)

In 1528, the Welser banking family of Augsburg struck a deal with Emperor Charles V: in exchange for debts the Emperor couldn't repay, they'd receive the Province of Venezuela to colonise and exploit. They called it Klein-Venedig — Little Venice. It lasted eighteen years, and it's one of the most instructive failures in colonial history.

I awoke in an atrium hurtling through a dark abyss. The beautiful terrazzo floor, embedded with blue like sapphires, shook beneath my feet, quaking, groaning, screeching.