Dreams From Last Spring
My dreams are a sunless sky.
Chronological Index
My dreams are a sunless sky.
Half of you may be imposters.
You will just have to imagine the rest.
It is time.
Ĉiuj akvoj fluas maron.
A holocron of the entire internet, a telescope for language.
All waters flow into the sea.
A look through the ice.
National languages take root, Esperanto takes flight.
Some day, even the sun will burn out.
How small advantages win games, a cadCAD analysis.