Calima

So, this is supposed to be my first post in my own blog at a remote host in the internet. Like a million before me, I’m yet trying to keep track of my own reality through symbols on a stone. It seems to be pretty effective against dreamy individuals who tend to live anywhere but in the present moment.

It is not about not forgetting though, as they usually remember everything in full detail. It’s more about choosing what to highlight through the full story that unfolds while they refuse to wake up.

I’m following the Getting Started guide from the Hugo framework at the moment. So far it seems like I have managed to set up the project using Hugo, the officially promoted Ananke theme and if everything goes well soon enough you should be able to read this paragraph at logs.anachronic.space/posts/calima.

I’ve been spending the last couple of days out of my usual refuge, in a blue chalet by Calima lake with the best of the companies and my full-time parner, Tulpe. Yet, it seems some of these dreams turned themselves into nightmares. So, before these could develop into more memories than I could take, I decided to let them spill into the lake.

Once there, they are no longer mine and I’m no longer theirs. Acceptance of what is, and what is not, is both joy and suffering. Embracing conscience, not judgement. Honoring the authenticity of what is real, diving entirely into the myriad of possibilities of what’s in front of me as it’s the only thing that I actually get to decide. It’s in these brief moments that waking up sounds like the craziest dream of them all.

After I’m done with this post I’ll have an excuse to actually look into CI/CD since there will be at least something to deploy or publish. Maybe it will not be the best post, but it will be one that I save among the expansive array of combinations that will converge to form what is actually written by this primate on a keyboard.

P.D: Tulpe wanted you to know that we almost killed a big black cow that was in the middle of the road while driving at the night. Moo?