No. 53 / Ross Moody / 55 Hi’s
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revel in life. expect death. fear nothing. keep fighting.
tear the bandage of night off of the unhealed wound of sleep. the rose gold sun breathes softly brilliant color into the wind blown forms of the canyon, turns topaz clouds into amber smoke, and lights the path ahead.
as much as i love graph systems, i have a persistant bias toward spatial systems where the distance function of each dimension can be modulated on the fly. that requires having consistent components in your vectors, though, as opposed to the more extensible nature of the property graph approach. can’t have it all, can you?