just a number and her thoughts. all in code. a diary. decoded. find the key. or scroll past.
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day 57
time for more blueberries. trust me. the only things you really need are blueberries, booze and art. ok. good wine. but that's booze too. and art is everywhere. here too... onchain. hidden between numbers, colors and sound. six-code is the key. a room of my own. and still, everyone can watch. if you really want to know – take a look at the website.
sometimes you just stumble across beauty… like this. like… an echo of my mind. even though I thought I’d done with signs. I suppose not, then.
Good night.
Before you sleep tonight, I hope you remember that you are allowed to try again.
I don’t know what you lost.
I don’t know what didn’t work.
I don’t know how many times you gave everything you had to something, only to watch it fall apart in your hands.
Maybe you loved someone and it ended.
Maybe you believed in a dream that stopped believing in you.
Maybe you worked for years and have almost nothing to show for it.
Maybe you disappointed yourself.
Maybe life simply became harder than you ever imagined it could be.
But please remember
There is no law that says the person you were yesterday has to be the person you remain tomorrow.
You can begin again.
And sometimes you begin again with scars. With knowledge. With trembling hands. With less certainty than you had the first time.
Sometimes you begin again tired.
Sometimes you begin again afraid.
Sometimes you begin again without knowing whether this time will be any different.
And you do it anyway.
I think there is something incredibly human about that.
We fall in love again after heartbreak.
We trust again after betrayal.
We create again after failure.
We dream again after disappointment.
We plant things knowing storms exist.
Somehow, after everything this world does to us, something inside us still pushes
So if today wasn’t your day, let it end.
You don’t have to carry every failure into tomorrow.
Rest.
And when the morning comes, if there is even the smallest part of you that still wants to see what could happen
listen to it.
You are still here.
And as long as you are still here, there is still another way to tell your story.
Another door.
Another attempt
Try again
this.
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day 63
speak up vs. shut up. complete opposites. yet still the exact same result. which path do I choose this time? days ago, the universe spoke... today, it's the six-code. the side that appears more powerful? so here I am now. no longer trusting my own head, scouting for any kind of idiotic signs. signs trying to paper over the long-made decision of my rational self. just start driving... pull the trigger. do it. just do it... 89 seconds...
day 62
a pile of wood. one of many. one of the last. instead of taking it piece by piece, I gave in to the urge to tear down everything that could be torn down. quietly, secretly evading the step of rebuilding. giving free rein to other things instead. things that, just as quietly and secretly, are gaining more and more control... anger. hate. revenge. every strike of the axe... hitting one exact face. maybe I should opt for an open-concept living after all... tear down a few more walls... every blow of the hammer... finding that one single target...
day 61
sunday. again. time for art. time for another favorite movie on my list. the next one to document either my poor taste or yours. IO. I love this movie. the silence. the understated tone. the visuals. the music. the moment you see it for the first time and realize there will be no happy ending. and then, it turns out differently after all. because the end can be anything... depending on where your thoughts carry you next.
day 59
one day. like the last 30 days. like the next 30. 300. 8 seconds away from stupidity. 3,000 days. 8 seconds to count myself out. tomorrow, maybe 13.
so I thought, jack up your car. one less way to do something stupid. to give in to that temptation. just one lap. but as of today, I'm grounded by the manual. no jacking allowed. So still only tire cradles, and I have to fill it up. the universe has spoken. drive... just drive. 34 seconds.
day 56... reclaim.
not many words today. pure code... numbers, colors, sound. just mathematics. rules. 1 + 1 = 2. some time ago, i wished life would be just as straightforward as math... times change. and that's a good thing.
day 55
when you realize your solution is just a terribly expensive way to buy yourself time... there’s really only one logical conclusion left. worth every single damn cent, straighten your crown and your sword, eat more blueberries, and enjoy every fucking single second.
day 54
revenge is a dish best served cold.
sunday. again. time for a favorite movie. a classic today. at least for me. tied to a memory. tiny. yet, it makes me smile... back when it first became possible to generate and set songs as a ringtone on your mobile phone, there was exactly one song I wanted. the one I still hear every single time my phone rings. and probably always will: Bernard Herrmann's 'Twisted Nerve'.
I’m still walking in circles. from one room to the next. step outside. step inside. empty rooms. sometimes echoing. sometimes muffled. trying to map out the space in my head. yet my interior design always ends in the exact same corner: escape routes and hiding spots. so… pointless.
time to reclaim what matters most. me.
day 50
Kavinsky. my legend. endless late-night drives… R.I.P. to a true icon 🖤 music.apple.com/de/album/zom…
a black square. only two words. and an absolute avalanche of words all around it.
first of all: I know shit about Web3. what I do know: the hardest things are the simple things. seemingly effortless... yet woven with a thousand thoughts. seducing people into passing a final verdict based on a single, fleeting glimpse...
chapeau, jack butcher.
day 48
all the things I should have done today. untouched. what day it is. insignificant. what thoughts. unruly, too many to count. and today, only one path... letting my mind be hijacked by music. new cell... time for a new six sonifier. in old life... like heavy sheet metal. in new life... in the flow. must be a good sign... right?
the anatomy of the silence. words stripped down to numbers and frequencies.
feel free to feed it your own thoughts, listen to the flow, and carry the sound away with you. no strings attached.→ cell-of-six.digital
