Humming Quietly

And so I stood on the boundaries of life, on the peripheries of existence, and peered outwards unto death and unto every True Thing, every thing that I would feel from then on until eternity, and it was a very Dark Ocean - a very deep, and very empty universe.

-Robert Voor

Today's post will not be a rambling on techy buzzwords or cryptography. At least, that's not what I had planned. Might release a second post later today. I don't really know what I want to write about today. It has not been a good week, nor a good day. In fact I've been feeling like horse shit for months. There isn't really a reason. Found myself reading Dan Barrett's "Giles Corey" booklet again, the story is comforting in a time like this.

I guess I'll talk about the "Library" I manage. It's a collection of Books, Movies, Software, and tabletop resources that I collect and organize. Though I struggle with finding the storage for it, so I've been using IPFS to serve some files while using my PC as the only peer.

The Library is open to submissions, and I will gladly add your content if you send it to me. You know where to find my contact information.

If you'd like to contribute but don't have anything to submit, you can help by hosting some of the content on IPFS and make it accessible.

See the Library here

I'm very intrigued by the arts and content that people make. Especially the more morbid and esoteric arts. Not to sound like an edgelord, but I believe Cesar A. Cruz hit the nail on the head.

Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.

And that it does.

I honestly thought I would have more to write about. It feels like my head is swarming with thoughts, but once I try to read those thoughts they all vanish. Like the uncertainty of an electron's position around an atom until the atomic orbital is calculated.

I suppose that's it for now. And in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.

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