they’re colors. who do you think i am, pantone? of course you can use them. just don’t pretend you’re us.
i don’t have the hex codes committed to memory and i don’t want to open the codebase right now but you can inspect element that shit

Kun ihmiskunta lopulta lakkaa olemasta, 200 vuoden jälkeen ilmakuvasta ei voi nähdä sen edes koskaan olleen olemassa. Tämä on lohdullista.
they’re colors. who do you think i am, pantone? of course you can use them. just don’t pretend you’re us.
i don’t have the hex codes committed to memory and i don’t want to open the codebase right now but you can inspect element that shit
i love you laika im sorry laika i hope ur having fun chasing comets wherever u are
I was saving this for the anniversary of Laika's spaceflight on the Sputnik 2 (3. November), but since Cohost will be on read-only mode by then, I guess I'm posting this now instead.
Who built the seven gates of Thebes?
The books are filled with names of kings.
Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone?
And Babylon, so many times destroyed.
Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima’s houses,
That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it?
In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished
Where did the masons go? Imperial Rome
Is full of arcs of triumph. Who reared them up? Over whom
Did the Caesars triumph? Byzantium lives in song.
Were all her dwellings palaces? And even in Atlantis of the legend
The night the seas rushed in,
The drowning men still bellowed for their slaves.
Young Alexander conquered India.
He alone?
Caesar beat the Gauls.
Was there not even a cook in his army?
Phillip of Spain wept as his fleet
was sunk and destroyed. Were there no other tears?
Frederick the Great triumphed in the Seven Years War.
Who triumphed with him?
Each page a victory
At whose expense the victory ball?
Every ten years a great man,
Who paid the piper?
So many particulars.
So many questions.
A Worker Reads History by Bertolt Brecht