Daily Notes for a Foggy Sunday

There was a translucence is the light this morning, the ocean escaping into a fog that swallowed the land, ghosts of old ships sailed past out fifth floor windows waiting for the thunder, harvesting the electricity.
My keyboard clicks as I type and I learn to hear the words forming, the hear the errors in my syntax, to feel the rythym of this language.
An emotional day with Youtube, the university of the Shambles shadowing the High Street.
Zettelkasten, tag by names, authors, discover the power of Zotero.
Learning How to Read by Niklas Luhmann.
Remove surplus commas.