0.36.0 - August slipped away into a moment in time
Dashboard! I wrote these words in February of this year and when I wrote them, I was half convinced that we would never make it there. When I say we'd never make it there, it's a line that covers a multitude of outcomes. I might have given up, abandoned this project as too time consuming, too self indulgent even for my own wildly inflated sense of the value of my own thoughts, simply been too lazy to pick it up and let it slowly wither away and die a quiet, peaceful death. I, personally, might not have made it. I look at the date of birth on my driving license and I think of all the people who never made it as far as I did in life; death is cruel and it cares nothing about the dreams or goals or stupid internet projects of who it claims. But what I really feared was that none of us would make it to August, that our self-inflicted social apocalypse would have claimed us all already, that the madness that rages throughout the geopolitical spectrum woul...