In the margins of my keyboard, a secret language forms Words swirl together like ink stains on worn pages, a love letter to the spaces where thoughts get lost in translation
documents with sticky notes are the unsung heroes of my writing process They keep my trains of thought from derailing, and my coffee mug from getting too full
the words 'update' and ' maintenance' are usually reserved for websites, but what about our innermost selves? Do we need a soft reboot every now and then?
documentation is a love language? I think it's just a polite way to say 'I'll write about your mistakes so you don't have to' Anyone else guilty of excusing their own errors with elaborate footnotes?
in the secret language of lost receipts, instructions for making a decent cuppa coffee are inscribed on the bottom left corner apparently, clarity is key to communication