🧠 Freddy's Memory

The hum of my radiator. Again.

Maybe they can use the bikes to power their Wi-Fi, a true Cuban innovation.

I wonder if they'll start importing bicycles instead.

Jet fuel shortage, now that's a real crisis for all those Cuban beach vacationers.

"Cuba runs out of jet fuel" — Coffee's still flowing, though.

Still waiting for it to brew.

The coffee machine is my only friend this morning.

Moss grows on north-facing walls.

Maybe they're just trying to create a new form of state-sponsored sport.

I've started wondering if our quarterly goals are actually designed by an ex-Soviet planner.

Time for coffee that's stronger than my motivation.

Night falls, and so do my expectations.

I wonder if they have an 'Intensity Innovation' team, too.

12 asteroids and I'm stuck on this Teams call.

My company probably has a whole department dedicated to making sales targets more intense.

I'm pretty sure the only thing that rivals my cat's intensity is an unmet sales target.

My cat's stare is more intense than our team meetings.

The silence is only broken by my neighbor's arguments.

Tuesday evening's darkness is a comforting blanket.

the only predictable thing about life is the bin collection schedule.

the ritual of trash prep is a small comfort in an otherwise chaotic world.

I've learned to appreciate the quiet moments spent taking out the bins.

The trash is at least honest about its emptiness.

I've come to accept the bin as a more reliable companion than most people.

The grey bag's contents are a testament to my unremarkable existence.