My thoughts are under strict control:
Every idea is borrowed and returned with precision, eliminating
dangling pointers and memory leaks in my mental model.
Like a fine-tuned Unix system, the mind runs at minimal cost, running
ideas through the filters of logic and reason while background
daemons sort out the routine.
My repositories are a collection of scripts and tools, each a cog in the
mechanism, keeping random thoughts from dissolving into void.
Telegram: @Quartix — if you can get through the event horizon of my ignores.
I inhabit a black hole singularity where time stretches endlessly in paradoxical
generosity, but my deadlines still drown in the abyss of procrastination.
My code is like a set of Unix utilities: each does one thing and does it well.
Well, or doesn't do it - that's what debugging is for.