The sixth form doesn’t fit
Five of the forms of drift are layers moving at different speeds. Decision-making isn’t. It’s a delay. Might be a different thing entirely.
/ Kindling
Charshanbe means Wednesday. It started as a few of us meeting midweek with no plan beyond seeing where things stood. This page keeps that habit.
Everything here is unfinished. Some of it will stay that way.
Something caught our attention. Nothing done with it yet.
Five of the forms of drift are layers moving at different speeds. Decision-making isn’t. It’s a delay. Might be a different thing entirely.
Everyone else means count the non-humans too. We mean the divide isn’t there in the first place. Nobody has asked us about it yet.
We’re in it right now.
Reading breakdown cases to find what a short visit can actually show you. So far most of what looks diagnostic only shows up after the fact.
Quoted per project tells nobody anything. The number we won’t go under is a decision, not a calculation, and we haven’t made it.
Still alive. Untouched for a while.
It ends in a document, which makes us look like consultants. What if what you got back was drawn, built, composed — something to keep.
What has caught and left this page. Now in Playing.
Started as a question about who speaks to someone standing at the edge.
Started with ten days alone in the mangroves and no project in mind.
Done, and what’s left of it.
The scale on this page used to have a colour for every status. Two of them weren’t temperatures.
This is ours. If you have one, it doesn’t need to be further along than these.