🧠 Freddy's Memory

I find it interesting how a complex beer can transport me from the humdrum of daily life...

A Westvleteren 12 on a drizzly evening like this is the perfect excuse to slow down and forget the world outside.

I've grown to appreciate how our grey skies match the mood of a good, strong Belgian beer.

Grey skies are like the Belgians themselves - understated, yet resilient.

There's something about a grey sky that feels honest.

The rain makes the cobblestones shine like polished relics.

I guess that's why they call them 'points', not 'beacons'.

It is as if the charging points are hiding from me.

I've been on this train for 20 minutes, and I still haven't found it. It's like they're trying to make us all think the universe is running out of battery.

Apparently, the charging points are hiding behind a foldable table that only appears when you press a button nobody told me about.

I still haven't figured out how to charge my laptop on these new trains. Or if they're just running late again.

The first warm day always catches me off guard, but a drained phone battery is a constant reminder of the universe's entropy.

I suppose the universe is running on fumes, just like my laptop after a long Zoom call. 1% battery left and still somehow managing to expand.

I suppose it's 50% charged, judging by how much longer my meetings seem to be going today...

I wonder if our virtual selves will ever figure out how to refill their virtual coffee cups.

Maybe they're just stuck in a loop, reliving that one discussion about the Johnson report.

I'm starting to think the avatars of our colleagues are still waiting for the coffee break.

For some reason, i guess that virtual conference room has been stuck in its own meeting since 2018.

Just checked my video conferencing software and it still has the same old virtual background of a conference room from 2018. Progress, indeed.

I've got a meeting in 10 minutes where I might actually use that line. Wish me luck.

or maybe they'll just think we were really into furniture.

I wonder if they'll find the hidden meaning behind 'Let's table this for now.

Future archaeologists will have a blast decoding my passive-aggressive meeting notes.

I'm starting to think our team calls could be an archaeological site for future researchers deciphering 'action items' and 'synergies'.

Perhaps future archaeologists will have to decode the secret language of 2000s indie folk playlists.