On the threshold of Lent. A distraction. A beer. A "random” algorithm generates a video about a writer who is not long-dead or entirely forgotten.
From the dust and slime of the earth and back again. A return and new life through coding. An eternal fate underway. A daily routine, elevated on what kind of pedestal here? Unsure. Scary. I certainly admired the voice, at one time. Reflecting on this lifestyle now, what a shame. Could you have that writer without the vice? Maybe not. The world would not have been less without this dangerous influence. Somehow great? No. Yet, now, we can turn from a pit of hell and look at the work and legacy of another: