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Hi in 2024


It’s been a while.
Lately, I’ve been collecting all of my scattered notes from years. I find them on paper, in countless notebooks. l find them more recently in scattered word files on my work laptop. Bizarrely yet another evidence of the absence of boundary between private and corporate life.
I came to take these notes and put them in the chronological order of my 67 page long Word file and delete the blog, then I realize I have 45 of these posts here. It suddenly felt unfair, like a crime against an entity with arms and legs. I think I’ll leave it here. It will be a bit of work transferring it to my file. I’ll give it a go.
As for me in 2024, it’s more of the same in a new city, a bigger city in an apartment on the 16th floor overlooking the harbor. Other than that, it’s more of the same me maybe with less hair and a less fit body.

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