They wanted numbers for everything. Revenue per click. Hours logged. Units shipped. The world had become a spreadsheet, and we were all dutiful accountants, counting the wrong things.
I counted the seconds of silence shared between two people who understood each other without a single word. It was longer than a century. Mide lo que importa
The Cartographer of the Intangible
I will be here, with my impossible ruler, doing the only work that ever mattered: They wanted numbers for everything
I calculated the volume of a hand placed on a shoulder during a storm. It was deeper than the Mariana Trench. and we were all dutiful accountants