perlpunk

You know that guy you see when pass road construction who is looking with three other guys into a hole that another guy is digging? I feel like the guy looking into the hole (Luckily I'm not on the side of the road in 100deg heat). Though in passing the hole is progress, the progress is never clear to others. In the digital world the Internet contains my hole, the laptop is my road. If you pass by, be sure to give me a wave, just don't throw things.