once I was on a friend in Norway. First time there. Second day she arranged to go in a local party (a friend of her had a party at home in an independent "community" kind area). At the end she told me that she is tired and that she won't come. It was summer with some light almost the hole day (interesting experience). So I decided that I will go alone π (I was holidays... wtf to stay homeπ).
Well this great night (or day) I will remember maybe forever. I felt so good. Friendly strangers, positive energy, interesting things, joking, talking.
Almost like #nostr #thoughts #nostrthoughts
hey @nostr.build
I wanted some time now to write about this.
In Nostr Build (with subscription) every time I am trying to preview a video I uploaded it plays first 2-3 seconds and stops π. I can't preview somehow my videos there. It's not a big issue but it's really annoying!! @The Fishcake (nostr.build)
#nostrbuild
Have a look there please
A Klee painting named βAngelus Novusβ shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing in from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such a violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.
Walter Benjamin