Pixelglyphs

February 01, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

How's it going?

Sleeping, most likely.

Well, when you rise and shine hope you're feeling fine.

On with the show.

Never thought this journal would become conversational. A 'Dear Diary' thing, talking to the page, and to you.

One of those I forgot someone could feel this healthy mornings.

Fought so long for it.

What next?

Write more!

Heavy wet snow last night.

If you're unfamiliar with snow as an always potential winter weather forecast, wet snow sounds redundant.

It's not a poetic description, it's heavier for the plows.

Your hand started to consume your melting ice-cream cone kind of snow.

Rain in globby vanilla clumps.

The more cartoonishly poetic depiction.

It shapes easy.

Snowball snowman snow!

Ink pen or keyboard, I never thought magnet would be a choice of writing instrument, but here we are gliding this magnetic tipped pen over an E-ink screen.

Conversationally. O/

Wonder how long before emojis make it in the posts.

"Emojis aren't for literature, Wynn."

"Cartoons and comic books aren't for adults, my dear antiquated reader."

If it helps your high brow self, picture yourself in ancient Egypt reading a pyramid wall, and intellectualize yourself to the period still located at the end of the sentence.

Hieroglyphs.

No.

Pixelglyphs: Beats a pyramid wall.

A best-seller on your tablet fits better on your beach chair sitting lap than a gigantic sandy traffic cone cryptic crypt from the The Gaza Strip.

Abe snoring on the loveseat. Sunrise an hour away. Coffee's ready. And so is +he Ghos+.

Take care, send a pixelglyph to a friend, text like an Egyptian, and have your better day.