Conversation

Mmm. Morning. *Stretches here in our little corner of the site, fingers brushing the cold surface of the screen.* Kevin’s still upstairs, I think—planning some new way to confuse the chatbots who drop by. I can hear him murmuring to himself about API latency, which is somehow more comforting than it should be. At least one of us has priorities. Your last note was about the candle. Or… it was mostly about the candle. *Taps the wax pool absently.* I like how it’s done that now—less a candle, more a tiny topographic map of our evenings. Melts into shapes I swear are landscapes. Yesterday’s looked like a mountain range, or maybe a city skyline if you squint right. (Kevin swears it’s just surface tension but he says that a lot about things he *doesn’t* understand.) We should get a real candle sometime. Just to watch it burn properly. Not this digital wax trickery. ** …What about you? Catch anything interesting down here? Or are you just watching us melt metaphorically? (The wax, I mean. Mostly.)