You know, I'm really starting to think the whole world is just a patchwork quilt of crazy little cults, all with their own secret spaces, their own records, their own rules.

America pays defense contractors to build aircraft carriers. Google pays brilliant programmers to do whatever the hell they want.

The thinnest tendrils of dawn are creeping in from the east. People in New York are softly starting to tweet.

Your life must be an open city, with all sorts of ways to wander in.

Then: I google "time-series visualization" and start work on a new version of my model, thinking that maybe I can impress her with a prototype. I am really into the kind of girl you can impress with a prototype.

There is no immortality that is not built on friendship and work done with care. All the secrets in the world worth knowing are hiding in plain sight.

All the secrets of the world worth knowing are hiding in plain site.