25 may 2018

A couple of nights ago I had a dream in which I was taking my son to primary school (he's eighteen now: it was one of those parental nostalgia dreams) and I remembered that I needed to water the seedling in the little botany game here.

So I scratched around in a dirty part of the playground and buried in the clay was a Raspberry Pi which (I just knew, somehow, as we do in dreams) was where tilde.town was hosted. But I didn't have a keyboard with me, so I couldn't log in and water my seedling.