sextant.jpg I am in one of those stages where I think it is the height of arro­gance to be always think­ing through myself and blog­ging about things I think or the way I think I think things. Yet I’m still doing it because maybe per­haps I will actu­al­ly fig­ure out some­thing new. Com­ing in to work today as I passed the steel mill, it’s heat bleed stack was afire and the sky was the col­or of a fresh bruise, dis­turbing­ly pret­ty.
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