One of those days where the news is flowing like a broken sewer vane, and all the shit floats to the top.
IIIitchell ⚡️
IIIitchell@getalby.com
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Writer. Creator. Artist.
Notes (12)
Damus is the way.
Zap it up Damus. And screw Apple.
Been a minute since I’ve been on here. What was I thinking? Looks and feels amazing.
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Anyone have good recs for .xyz websites or should I just use Mirror.xyz…
I'm unsure how to utilize NOSTR right now. Thus I plan to begin where I typically do: with my writing.
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“The problem, boy,” the old sage said, “is that you now believe you are enough, halting any sense of possible wonder and curiosity.” Despite all they had accomplished, the boy had been suffering from long stretches of feeling simultaneously fulfilled yet unsatisfied with himself in life and not the other way around. The boy worked steadily as a newspaper printer and engineer, operating and maintaining the equipment used to print newspapers and working with various machinery, including printing presses, folders, and ink systems. Their duties were vast and pivotal to something much bigger than themselves. The boy, though, did not see this. Of course, they had hobbies (racing cars) and friends (from racing cars) and girls (also from racing cars) that should have crowded their heart, mind, and soul, yet every blessing felt cut in half. Don’t be mistaken. They had not stopped advancing, yet with every new step, the boy felt identical to their past self, stalled at a standstill. How do I let go and move forward without worrying about the outcome? The boy asked. “You have been and always will be enough,” the Sage answered, “and nature’s humility, once you embrace it, will allow you to exist in both places at once.” The boy paused. With wonder and curiosity.
Anybody use phoenix wallet on DAMUS? Pretty high fees and only allows 3k minimum sats…is that real or is it being worked on to accept less?
At long last it’s time for a beer (and a zap?)
The easiest road provides a comfortable bed yet provides no pillow strong enough to hold ones head of regrets and what if’s.
It’s bitcoin time.
I looked out at the horizon and observed the fine line where the horizon met the clouds. There was comfort in that sight; security in that vision; assuredness in that unity, but I was not there yet. I then told myself with certainty that one day I will go there. That will be my future home of homes. For today though, I am here. I am here today and hopefully tomorrow until I am called to where the dawn meets the dusk and no hereafter awaits me.