i’m just here to type.
somewhere fresh and clean. somewhere open and free.
this keyboard makes me feel like typing.
but i don’t have much to say (yet).
i don’t want to talk about the past. or really what is happening right now.
i’m curious about the future and what i’ll feel.
feel… ?
us twelve years into the future was brought up tonight.
twelve years didn’t seem too far in the future. but, yeah, no, wow.
i wonder how my friends figured it out twelve years ago.
i’ll ask them sometime soon.