Zoom, Enhance
Chasing ghosts.
It’s June 23rd, 2026.
Waxing gibbous in Libra if I correctly recall.
I’ve spent much of the day messing around with the Microfreak and reading.
I’ve been chipping away at Assembling a Black Counterculture…
It’s actually kind of eerie to read.
All of these pioneers of techno, they come from such similar backgrounds…
Families rooted in soul, families seeking to give the next generation better opportunities, moving out of the cities and into the suburbs.
The curiosity to tinker with things, take them apart and reconstruct them in a manner they find more fitting.
No sort of … formal education in the tinkering, in the creation of music.
Military service…
The erasure of one’s self in the exposure of their nation’s ills.
It’s odd.
Like looking into a mirror.
It’s odd when the universe hands you a book at just the right time in life and rather than just being another title to write off as completed...
You’re handed… an instruction manual almost.
A manuscript.
Confirmation?
A mission?
I’ve been looking at myself through a microscope trying to make greater sense of who I am..
And along comes this book that …
Somewhat saturates the colors I see…
I don’t know if that makes any sense.
To you.
Life is weird.
The girls have been asking to go on after-dinner bike rides nearly every day for the past week or so and there’s been a recurring conversation that makes me… laugh…
“Why can you pedal backwards on your bike?”
“I have a freewheel.”
“Freewheel?”
“Yeah…”
“I want a freewheel.”
“You have free will.”
“Then why can’t I pedal backwards?”
“You have a coaster brake.”