Wygle Wide Web

A quiet field journal of digital archaeology. Reconstructing a life from 25+ years of digital traces, with occasional help from ChatGPT when things get weird or surprising.

And the same black line that was drawn on you
Was drawn on me
And now it’s drawn me in

We’re listening to The Wallflowers as we go through the girls clothes. Heidi and I haven’t listened to this in a long tim, but it seems as if we’ll be enjoying it more since the girls have been dancing to every song.

Oh, and don’t question the Dylan lyrics.

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