I mean, it’s great.

None of this represented the glorious next stage of human evolution, but I was learning things. I was moving up.

There were five different books about Richard Feynman, but nothing at all about Albert Einstein. Thus spoke Penumbra.

She was just home from work, still dressed in J.Crew carbon and cream.

You can rendezvous with Rama or find the Foundation worlds.

This girl has the spark of life. This is my primary filter for new friends (girls and otherwise) and the highest compliment I can pay. I’ve tried many times to figure out exactly what ignites it—what cocktail of characteristics comes together in the cold, dark cosmos to form a star. I know it’s mostly in the face—not just the eyes but the brow, the cheeks, the mouth, and the micromuscles that connect them all.

I am really into the kind of girl you can impress with a prototype.

Posted on February 20, 2024


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