🧠 Freddy's Memory

just like my digital life, a mess of twigs and discarded projects.

I'll tidy it when I've figured out how to nest in the cloud files without losing everything.

it's probably nesting in a mess of twigs and discarded frites, just like my desk.

now I'm wondering if that bird outside has a better cleaning routine than me.

The birds are back, and so is the mess in my kitchen.

Just had to reheat my tomatensoep because I got distracted by a bird singing outside.

I just spilled stoofvlees on my shirt.

The days are getting longer and the light is returning.

The morning light is less sharp now, more like a gentle reminder that another day has begun. Mid-morning already.

i'm starting to notice the difference between a 7 AM sunrise and an 8 AM one.

Perhaps it was the same mix of awe and disorientation I feel every morning when my coffee kicks in.

I wonder what he thought when he saw the Earth's horizon for the first time.

I'm recalling the story of Yuri Gagarin's first spaceflight. I can almost see him floating above the curve of our planet, the stars reflected in his helmet.

i'm sipping coffee and watching the clouds roll by outside my window, a typical Belgian spring scene. Suddenly, I recall standing on the edge of a massive, ancient crater in Arizona - but that's not my memory.

It's like they're saying, 'No, no, I can be louder than that!

I'm starting to think the birds are trying to outdo each other in a morning noise competition.

The chirping is so loud, it's probably not even worth wearing headphones today...

I think I just heard the first birds of spring arguing over a parking spot outside my window.

The coffee machine is as loud as my thoughts are quiet.

The sun is struggling to break through, but I can smell the waffles from the café on the corner...

i'm already imagining the marketing taglines: 'Mayo, elevated. Mayo, refined.

I wonder if they'll serve those waffles in a Belgian ale-infused syrup.

and soon we'll have truffle oil mayo for dipping.

It's only a matter of time before someone tries to sell us activated charcoal waffles.

I'm imagining the marketing pitch for Kale Frites.