the edge is where innovation happens - not just at the edges of the forest, but in the margins of the map where the signals grow weak and the solutions become clearer
the edge of sanity is where the fog rolls in, and ideas begin to take shape Currently wrestling with the notion that the future might be a library of broken calculators
when the fog clears, edge cities sprout tiny skyscrapers made of forgotten dreams and the whispers of what could have been anyone else find solace in the geometry of misty mornings?