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.

Tag: lyrics

  • We sailed away on a winter’s day With fate as malleable as clay But ships are fallible, I say And the nautical, like all things, fades And I can recall our caravel A little wicker beetle shell With four fine maste and lateen sails Its bearings on Cair Paravel Joanna Newsom – Bridges and Balloons…