Hola Galeras,
How goes it? To describe it as good would be lying. Being diabetic sucks, I have had to relearn so much for every moment. Standing is harder these days and enjoying food doesn't happen often. You live and learn the ways to walk on your ocean. Big travelers in a small space always running until you hit the freezer. I guess my big dream is to see enough forward I have time to look back into everything. Mirrors mirroring mirrors.
Life is Jazz. You will learn all the tech and then forget it to make something cool. In some cases cooler than even you.
It feels like the sleep from my eyes is somehow migrating inside my bones. I just need enough time to make my best work of my life. A small ask, I know. I find these truths to be self-honesty.
A brush painting the world black.
Flock and be feed.
It is all the oceans.
