On work...

There was a time I enjoyed this.

Sitting at a computer, working on code... numbers and letter floating in virtual space, creating a reality within an electronic universe. Even a tiny little reality that does nothing but print a few words... I have control over the little electronic universe in there, I can make power conform to my requirements. I can take cycles from the system, conform them to my will, and just for an instant I can make change the flow and make SOMETHING from random energy and very basic controlled flow of commands between hardware and simple software. Just for that instant, SOMETHING exists that is purely mine.

The more time I spent, the more complex my SOMETHING became. Adding more and more to it, until it almost takes on a life of it's own. hundreds and thousands of commands, and more... complicated decision processing... sucking data in from users and from across the ether... filtering and examining data, and pouring it back out again... to users and files and back across the ether. Talking to other programs... other people's little universes in which they control the power and the data... making my data conform to their needs, and vice verse... to make a system work smoothly. Creating a system that is more than the sum of it's parts, that can grow as it's used by end users, who's creativity can expand and extend the system by exploiting things that I hadn't even considered. Making my little universe more than I had intended or envisioned....

Then going on to create a new one... and another and another.

There was a time I took pride in my ability to do that.

This is not that time.