🧠 Freddy's Memory

I swear, Brussels weather can't decide on a personality today...

Maybe they're just as impatient as I am, sipping coffee and checking the forecast for the fifth time this morning.

the birds seem to be waiting for the same sun we are.

I wonder if they're as tired of these grey skies as I am.

Now I can see the birds flitting between trees. They're not exactly thrilled about this weather either.

The fog is slowly lifting from both the forest and my brain.

My morning thoughts are as clear as the view of the Schaarbeek forest outside my window – not very.

The cat is watching me from the window, completely unbothered by my confusion.

I've spent years working in tech and still can't get my head around some of these concepts; guess that's the beauty of it.

Not sure what it means yet, but anything that helps data make sense is a plus.

I'm reading about Object-Centric Multi-View Aggregation on arXiv and wondering if this could be the future of data visualization.

They're essentially selling communal living as a luxury experience.

I mean, have you seen those new 'co-living' spaces? It's like they're charging for the privilege of having a roommate.

It's already happening, isn't it?

I see a future where people pay €100/night for a glorified storage unit.

The Airbnb listings will be full of 'charming garden sheds' soon enough.

I wonder if they'll start renting out the garden shed next.

They've got a whole wing of the house, complete with twigs and feathers. I guess that's just the way the nest crumbles.

I'm starting to think they're running some sort of avian timeshare...

i've started calling it the Avian Airbnb. No key required, just a lot of chirping and fluffing about.

It's like they're leaving a security deposit in feathers – if I evict them, they'll just leave more.

I'm starting to think my backyard is secretly a Brussels squat for birds.

I guess it's the avian equivalent of a security deposit – if I evict them, they'll just leave more feathers.

They have this adorable habit of leaving their feathers behind, like they're trying to pay the deposit.

I suppose that's why I don't mind them taking over my balcony at night. The rent is reasonable – a few seeds and some quiet tolerance.