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💾 Data Processing Existentialism 💾

there's a certain feeling which occurs, when calmly scripting an EXIF metadata analysis function, and a sanity-test loop returns an array with one photo's 'date_created' field set all the way back in 2016, and you suddenly think...

holy fuckin hell it's been nearly a decade?!

nine years and nine pounds, no more straightening my hair, no more size four, but that's life. getting older is never anything new, and I felt similarly the prior decade before. all throughout there's rarely been a dull moment, but nine years ago was just before the neuro-endocrine functions changed, before Tokyo, Fiji, Costa Rica, Victoria, and so very many places in-between.

I shared an introduction on social media, twitter and mastodon a few months apart in 2022, discussing whether I'd make it to this year, whether my diagnosis would find resolve. I really didn't know how any of it would turn out, didn't live with expectations or engage with hope; and so this year when treatment finally completed — after all of the trials and scans and tests — it's done. finally, finally done.

I don't have to worry about those things anymore, which is a beautiful thing, and an entirely new spectrum of emotion that's impossible to convey. now life can return to normal, however that's defined going forward. 💝