Interesting lieder rhyme: Christbaum/selig traumme.
Rain.
Life in the digital/algorithmic gulag continues. Quite convinced that with time, having to live in this manner in this prosperous of a society will seem a political condition as real as those sent to Siberian camps (with, it should be noted, houses), carrying signed and stamped paperwork from the district soviet.
I actually built the Balkan digital nomad years on a remarkably thin foothold of being paid a fraction of market rates to do mind-numbing academic work on sporadic contracts -- the only possible way to live on that within the scope of American/European civilization was in southern Europe, and I'd like to think I made something remarkable out of it, thanks to the remarkable nature of the places I found. Some decent thought, criticism and study -- not to mention all of the $5 theatre/symphony tickets and kefir in the afternoons.
As for the present -- advancing confidently in the direction of my dreams, and waiting for the next unexpected thin ledge of foothold to come along.