/* I've been looking at ALGOL-60 recently for a university tutorial, and it's a lovely, lovely language. Looking at it, I wonder where it all went wrong; and the answer, I suspect, was with the advent of computers-as-business-tools. It seems such a shame, that this, as with everything else business touches, turns into canker and dies; but it's only to be expected. It grows as it grows and consumes all else but itself.
I should have done a maths degree. */
/* I think I'm tainted.
I was trying to write a user interface in Java this morning, and kept trying to use Lambdas. */
/* The rain is a coward. It cries like a child. */
/* Chemisty looks out over the courtyard building, its dead-eye windows, lined up on both sides of the building, transmitting the waning sunlight. All the chimneys on the roof are edged with silver where the bright light reflects off them and dazzles. Wind roars past ventilation ducts. */
/* Oh well. Another popularity contest has shown why people are fundamentally deeply unpleasant, untrustworthy, and just generally superfluous.
I am refusing to refer to any of my own previous work that I'm actually proud of in the group Software Engineering project, on the grounds that the product that we produce will be shit due to the new, trendy, and completely, utterly broken technologies they want us to use, and I don't want anything I actually like to be taken down with it.
This is going to be vile. */
/* Autumn, time of endings.
The leaves die beautiful orange and fall to the ground in drifts around our feet - so lovely - where they are hammered flat by footfalls into uniform brown mush. The smell of decay reaches into your nostrils and touches something in the hindbrain, and all the birds are heading south.