When in doubt, I wander, preferring the unknown
Born to an age of doubt, I have wandered far
Between preservation and destruction, I would preserve
Bound by this impulse, I create little of my own
I love people, I am often shy
I care about details, I miss much
I admire activity, I succumb to laziness
At the end of my days I want to feel used up
I ask much of this life, and life yields
To see where I am and what I’m up to right now, visit my now page; for another window into my thoughts, take a look at the questions that are on my mind at the moment; to peek behind the curtain at the gradual evolution of this site see the Changelog, the growing design document, or the build system that produces it; to understand its structure a little better have a read of the users guide.
