Once there was a certain lady… And she had no children, and generally no happiness either. And so first she cried for a long time, and then she became wicked…
– The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov
A cliche start with a quote from me is just about what you could expect. I am hardly a certain lady. I do however have no children, and generally a fair amount of happiness. Becoming wicked that, well… is possible.
A new blog cannot do without a post, or a quote, or some sort of presence, so here we are my dear friends, in a Madhouse. I am a Homeless poet. This blog is my poetry. Not my home, as I’m Homeless! It will contain ramblings about what I think, believe, do, get angry at, hacking shit, and so on.
Aptly named apt.coffee to draw from my humble terminally online upbringing. Who would not want a coffee with an Advanced Persistent Threat (APT) [1]. I am certainly persistent, probably not that advanced. A threat? Sometimes, maybe.
PS. Sorry, A, for stealing this domain from the original idea, but I just had to
do it.