I have already written about “breadcrumbs” on the way, which help us remember who we are and why we ended up here. But I liked another description of captured moments - sparks. Feelings are like sparks. Sparks from the past that “ignite” you today.

If “breadcrumbs” sounds a bit boring and has little connection with the emotionality of the moment, then the word “spark” lights up. In my opinion, the comparison of emotional moments with sparks is very apt.

Here’s what Winnie Lim writes:

I would not be re-reading these posts if not for dayone or timehop, and re-reading them lights up something in me, especially if I am in a period of existential slump, which occurs more often than I would like. Sometimes I forget I can be capable of writing in more dimensions than my usual stream of consciousness. I could reduce the time I spend in existential slumps if I could access these little sparks of my old selves in a more timely and accessible manner.

In another note I compared to flame:

Of course, I don’t think that the reader will immediately shed tears after reading my quote from an article from a year ago. No! First of all, I want to shed tears or laugh myself. This old note becomes part of a new product (note, article, book, podcast, film) and brings a piece of that energy here. This can be compared to a torch that I brought to light a new fire.

Sometimes, looking at myself yesterday, I want to urgently change something in myself today. I read a note from two years ago and the first thought is “What kind of stupidity am I saying?” The second thought is “Why am I saying it this way and not that way?”.

But why does this happen?

We perceive ourselves as unchanged, although we are changing right this second. Change is a continuous process. Everything around us changes. We change too. I am today - not me yesterday¹. Looking at myself yesterday and “clutching my head”, you need to be glad that something has changed.

Every evening, around 5-6 PM, a bird sings in the yard. And it chirps so beautifully! “Chvik-chvik-chiviiik!” Usually, I hear birds early in the morning, but this one is some sort of evening bird.

I wanted to record it, but by the time I got the recorder out, it had stopped. And now, once again, it’s the sounds of cars, children playing, the evening city with its own concerns. Tomorrow, at the same time.

Suddenly, I realized the beauty of the concept of “breadcrumbs.” You might have heard it used in the context of navigating interfaces¹. But I thought of breadcrumbs in the context of documentation. We leave things along the way so that we can remember who we are and why we are here.

He tells her something, she listens attentively and with noticeable interest. What is their relationship like now? Why are they still together? So many years have passed, and they still feel good together? But there are so many options around. Couldn’t they find someone better in their entire lives? What if this is not the right person? Did they figure it out themselves, without the advice of psychologists from YouTube and “wise”, but somehow lonely friends?

It is especially difficult today to remain yourself and find your own. Everyone attacks with intrusive advice, an endless stream of temptations is just a click away in shiny algorithmic feeds.

Here he is - my man! I feel good with him. We just walk, holding hands, through a quiet evening city.

I know that they have gone this way. It was this path that brought them together. Each next step was taken for the sake of all the previous and subsequent ones. You don’t need to read Fromm to learn about love. Two old men know.

I was looking for a font in Google and at first I didn’t quite understand what was going on. My first thought was “Fuck, the fonts are gone!” Then a pause… Stop! I’m in Google’s search results. Really? Exactly!

If you’re looking for a popular font, it will replace its fonts in the results with the one you’re looking for. Take a look at the example of the georgia or courier font.

Now I’m sitting here thinking whether this is good or bad. When you expect such behavior, it’s good and useful, but when you don’t, it’s “Help!” and “What’s going on?!” Why make the user panic?

I remember the web like this (showing a small network). It was a cozy place where we would go in the evening to read the news, our favorite forum, or the blog of another stranger with a mysterious nickname.

The Internet didn’t scream, didn’t try to attract our attention¹, didn’t jump at us from around the corner. It was a network (web) - protocols, devices that served the purpose of uniting us.

I thought asking myself questions would help me write, but it turns out they hinder me. The frameworks we put ourselves in were not invented by us and not specifically for us. Yes, we are all Homo sapiens¹ — we can be classified and have instructions written for us. But instructions on how to do morning exercises or count in a column are one thing, and how to think and create is another — we have different intellectual abilities, interests, and our moods often change. There are many variables, and the best rule that will work is no rules (frameworks). Write.