"But in every idle instant, Astaroth reigned. Every time I met someone at a pub, there’d be a nightmare moment when my friend’s round came and he went up to the bar, leaving me alone at a table with forty demonic legions all commanding me to look at the phone I didn’t have. The horror of simply existing, sitting alone with nothing to look at, nothing to do with my hands, no bright lights to briefly flood my brain."
Trying to publish artefacts from the things I work on. Mostly design and software, focused on interfaces that are practical and flexible.
Also a reading log.
By Judah, one of the creators of streams.place.