I am a little over 11,000 days old.
Quite what this milestone means I don't know. This morning I woke up in a city on the other side of the planet from the one I was born in, cycled to work in the early morning light, and drank a gooood cup of coffee.
I'm sitting at registration for an exhibition, looking at banks of printers and PCs, badge stock and shiny metal. People are making connections, making deals. There are thousands of other souls nearby.
The seagulls tidy up the streets, but also mess them up. Seaplanes come and go from the harbour.
What is life?
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