Some Art, or Poetry or some sort of surrealist fun written in the dark depth of COVID-19 Dark-Box Syndrome.
I can't wait to attend a Free Software conference again. There's something so recharging, so invigorating, to wake up at dawn after hacking all night and go out on to the hotel courtyard and do code katas with the other conference goers. The sun warms your bones as you and fifteen fellow acolytes in the prime of our lives implement a string formatter or search function in syncronized vim instances with ne'er a single superfluous motion or moment spent in insert mode.
Breathing in sync, our voices amplify each other and our tactile switches click in unison to rouse the other hackers: the day's talks will soon begin.
Change. Inner. Word.
search_input_params. ESCAPE.forward, to. equals.
C, dollar, process, Space, params. Escape.
Colon. doubleyoucueayyy.
colon bang.
rspec dot.
A single crow caws and there's the flutter of wings.