I feel this indefinable longing for something, akin to homesickness, but don’t know what it is. There’s someplace I want to be, or some state of being I want to exist in, like an eternal summer vacation of youth, without beginning or end. A hazy timelessness; a warm golden stillness filled with the buzz of frogs and insects; a cool river, the mossy banks of a forest waterfall; a paragraph without mangled punctuation… 😉
Yet here I sit in a field of cubes, reading tech manuals:
“Third-party proxy-cache servers must support transparency and WCCP 2.0 to be included in a service group…”
I’m not sure what triggered this little mood, but maybe some more diet Coke will chase it away.