It’s a small thing, but it took me by surprise — I’ve run a web server of some flavor from home for the past five years. Now that the box is in a colo, the router lights at home stay solid most of the time — no activity. I wasn’t even aware of it, but I had subconsciously learned to see those lights in my peripheral vision, to be subtly aware of the stream of visitors — the network of unknown friends blinking into and out of the office. Strange, but it feels a little bit lonely tonight in here.
Music: Marion Brown Quartet :: Capricorn Moon