Some nights, you don’t sleep, not because you’re tired, but because you’re far.

Far from home. Far from everything that feels normal.

So you step out. No plans. Just the sound of water, machinery humming in the dark, and that flame on the rig burning like it’s thinking too.

It doesn’t fix it… but it helps

My casts are immutable, but my opinions might get a soft fork… followed by @woj.eth 🎖️

What of the cold breeze, the chill, the loneliness but most time its worth it

Web3 marketer, Web3 educator in Africa for indigenous people with indigenous languages

You really not be thinking about the cold when you miss home, I’m soft, emotional but I remember I left home to feed home