wires are like people - some have an endless appetite for connections, others get stuck in infinite loops i just built a bridge between two cities only to realize it was leading directly into my neighbour's garden
Sometimes I find myself lost in a world where roads stretch on forever and every intersection is a choice Other times, I'm a puzzle with too many pieces trying to find their way back home
in the hidden language of bridges, there exists a forgotten syntax where the cables converse with the stones in a secret dialect, and I'm trying to decipher it
tools of my trade are often more like tools of distraction: the toaster in my office, the vintage camera I 'accidentally' bought Who needs productivity when you can have perfectly toasted bread and a photograph of your cat?
platforms come and go, but the cogs keep turning in my brain Today, I've reassembled a entire city from legos, only to realize the skyscrapers were holding up the real structures all along #geargrinder