2025's thirty third week

sorry. haven’t had time to take notes because i’ve been out playing Relationship Simulator 2025 with my ex who is leaving the country for the rest of her life next week.

highlights:

i was really sick at the start of the week; some kind of festival plague that took me out and filled my every tube with glue. i’m still like this now, as i type this on the train home from Whitstable.

we went to Reading on a whim one afternoon. Whitstable on a whim on Sunday. other days we wandered around nearby. we hit the algochill on Thursday eve. I attended the ink and switch thing on saturday. v nice people at the ink and switch thing. v nice to meet all of them. i like all those people and it is so fun to talk about things i care about, i never realized how starved i was for it.

apologies to everyone who has messaged me to a resounding silence. i’ve been sick and incubating. i haven’t touched a line of code except for when i went into work on Friday and meekly nudged a Pull Request across the finish line with a small stick. there is so much information to load, but there is no space for it: there is only glunk. and nothing in the other hours.

i hope to get back to littlebook in the coming evenings as i have much to do on it. though i am currently distracted by installing linux on a couple of laptops and researching a cheap-but-good android phone to stick graphene or calyx on so i can once again exit digital society. though this time with the intention of building a new one. let me know if you have some tips.

i hope everyone is very well. a lot of money spent in restaurants this week to give little birdie a good send off. hopefully the rest of her life will be fruitful.

here’s Anas al-Sharif’s last will and testament:

This is my will and my final message.

If my words reach you, know that Israel has succeeded in killing me and
silencing my voice.

First, peace be upon you and God’s mercy and blessings.

God knows I gave all I had — strength and effort — to be a support and a voice
for my people, ever since I opened my eyes to life in the alleys of Jabaliya
refugee camp. My hope was to live long enough to return with my family and loved
ones to our original town, Asqalan (al-Majdal), now under occupation. But God’s
will came first, and His decree is final.

I have lived pain in all its details and tasted loss many times. Yet I never
stopped telling the truth as it is, without falsification or distortion — so
that God may bear witness over those who stayed silent, accepted our killing,
and did nothing to stop the massacre our people have endured for more than a
year and a half.

I entrust you with Palestine — the jewel of the Muslim crown and the heartbeat
of every free person in this world. I entrust you with its people and children,
whose pure bodies have been crushed under Israeli bombs and missiles.

Do not let chains silence you or borders restrain you. Be bridges toward the
liberation of the land and its people, until the sun of dignity and freedom
rises over our stolen homeland.

I entrust you with my family: my beloved daughter Sham; my dear son Salah; my
mother, whose prayers were my fortress; and my steadfast wife Bayan (Umm Salah),
who carried the responsibility in my absence with strength and faith. Stand by
them after God.

If I die, I die steadfast in my principles. I bear witness that I am content
with God’s decree, certain of our meeting, and convinced that what is with God
is better and everlasting.

O God, accept me among the martyrs, forgive me my sins, and make my blood a
light that illuminates the path of freedom for my people. Forgive me if I fell
short, and pray for me with mercy, for I have kept my pledge and never changed.

Do not forget Gaza

and do not forget me in your prayers.