Ещё один такой день фейсбука, и я...
... вернусь в жж.
Вот вам пока текст, этакий бредбери-гейман.
When I was young, we had a time machine
To tell us every time what could have been.
To confidently know what happens if,
Avoid cliff-hangers and unclimb the cliff.
We ran it pretty much continuously
For A/B testing but without the bee
To see where both diverging paths would take
And then to have a cake and eat the cake
It either vanished, clock unwound at last,
Or else my father took it to the past.
My mother, her timeline unreconciled
Thinks I still use it to remain a child.
I don't exactly cry over spilled gears,
But still don't get the normal count of years,
Lost interest in unverified advice,
And miss our swimming in the river Twice.
Вот вам пока текст, этакий бредбери-гейман.
When I was young, we had a time machine
To tell us every time what could have been.
To confidently know what happens if,
Avoid cliff-hangers and unclimb the cliff.
We ran it pretty much continuously
For A/B testing but without the bee
To see where both diverging paths would take
And then to have a cake and eat the cake
It either vanished, clock unwound at last,
Or else my father took it to the past.
My mother, her timeline unreconciled
Thinks I still use it to remain a child.
I don't exactly cry over spilled gears,
But still don't get the normal count of years,
Lost interest in unverified advice,
And miss our swimming in the river Twice.