A cinematic diary collage: Exodus re-animated through Sinatra and Lana Del Rey's American, threading Kitty from Anne Frank into a present-tense, haunting interpretation.
Songs as emotional instruments: Sinatra's L'Chaim, Avril, and Have You Forgotten weave into an Exodus-lens reflection that pivots hard into Israel and aftermath.
A short, symbolic entry: one flag as a single image that carries the whole passage, the choice, and the cost. It keeps circling back to Israeli, Exodus, and There.
I rebuilt the Pennsylvania attempt timeline from timestamps and time zones, and the closeness hit harder than I expected.
A timestamp puzzle turned into proximity-to-history: converting a Trump post across time zones and realizing it landed just 38 hours before the Florida attempt.
A day of media gravity and Halo lore, ending with the moment I priced my time at $100k/hour before I crashed into sleep.
Red Hat conversations, 'Physical' on repeat, and at 6pm I start deleting Facebook data and choosing the next version of my life.
A White House Rust mention, a democracy warning, and a Halo 3 1v1 in the same day: my brain on 2025. It keeps circling back to Python, Rust, and Trump.
Lentil soup comfort, then hard turns: old friends, Sri Lanka frustration, privacy, and the late-night push to do things quickly.
Bowie's Blackstar energy meets politics and pop culture: my tiny hacking skills, Hillary-as-Leia, and the weird logic that makes it click.
One sharp claim, with receipts: what I mean by thoughtful leadership and why I think it matters right now. It keeps circling back to Facebook, He, and Iran.
Being seen and staying human: Isaacson in my orbit, survivor talk, Sinatra's 'High Hopes,' kids at my door, and small moments that keep me moving.
Pauline memories, cats, capture-the-flag tactics, Coldplay in my head, and a tariff spreadsheet that turns into a vow: I'm nobody's fool.
Relief after the election, then the memory of being silenced: why I keep writing when platforms and pressure push back. It keeps circling back to We and Chorus.
Surprise charges, sleep debt, business stakes, and the blunt admission that I'm building this for customers, not companionship.
A restless mix of team fantasies, music, and memory: feeling judged, refusing prayer-pity, remembering old names, and asking for help while I try to move forward.
Entertainment ambition collides with annoying SELinux chores, Red Hat nerves, and Halo 3 nostalgia in one unfiltered scroll.
A quiet identity day: a song loop, a black-and-white look with one red accent, and the honesty of not fitting the usual molds.
From a humiliating grade to hard-earned competence: rumors, AI leaders in my feed, prayer for family, and testing reality with curl.
