The screen I couldn't read
2010.311The options chain lit up — green for up, red for down. I wrote the code that put the numbers there. The screen was never for me.
Writing
2010
Clean designs
2010.301The training gave me syntax. My first manager gave me taste.
Love, Life, Nostalgia
2010.283Coincidence. No miracles. No fate. Three sentences of certainty, written late.
Monologue of an Idiotic Soul
2010.282That voice in your head that says you don't belong here. A conversation with it.
Standing at the Starting Line
2010.280I have a working install and a blank page. I've been picking fonts.