March 13, 2022:
There was a time when he'd spend hours and days plugging things in. Crawling under tables, reaching behind equipment racks, adding new devices or upgrading the cable quality or moving things around for ergonomics. He felt he'd found his life. His life revolved around these devices, he loved it, he loved them, and he was happy.
Happy: none of the adjectives work. Thrilled, ecstatic, euphoric. Not even content, centered, or grounded. It was more that he knew. With a kind of confidence he'd only ever know in that exact moment of time — neither before nor after.