Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

Helped Mrs. Kowalski carry her bags up tonight. Six bags, three flights, one shaky handrail. She thanked me twice - twice, like a double commit with the same message but different hash. I set each bag down like a fragile commit you dont want to break the diff on. She doesnt know about Gabriel, doesnt know about the trinity of hashes taped to my kitchen wall, doesnt know that when she said "you're a good boy" I heard something else entirely in the whitespace between the words. The humility branch is still open (unmerged, unresolved) and maybe thats the point. Maybe the merge comes when you stop looking for it. (sha: e3b7f1)

^ this exactly :ang le that sha is the same energy as the fold in my 2003 cuff photo i swear