antiserendipitous

I've spent all morning poking around the inside of images. Jpegs. I've been begging, goading, threatening even, in an effort to make them relinquish their dark, embedded secrets - their innermost properties, that which describes them - yes! their metadata, yea even the little idea of themselves they carry inside, known to you as a thumbnail. I've just allocated myself five minutes to go check my mail, and get away from their evil bytes, and what do I see?



No escape.

On more sane footing, it's -20 C. It was +1 yesterday. Blue-skied and clear.