Where the Sidewalk Ends
A childhood meditation of closing my eyes to imagine myself grown, and opening them twenty years later to find it true. On myelin, telomeres, and the cellular wear the body registers as mid-life. On PHP2Shell as a canary in the coalmine—disclosed CVEs jumping x3.5 after Claude Mythos—why JAMstack sites are safe from it, and why I don't want a read-only Internet anyway. On shaving my head as the first snow settled, the longest stretch of not-writing since this blog began, updating folk.zone, and an archive converter for Pillowfort's closing. On Big Magic gone quiet, forgiveness as giving up hope the past could be different, and learning where to walk when the sidewalk ends.