Ryan Rosenberg
@ryanrosenberg.bsky.social
civic data scientist | new yorker, tar heel, student | when I (rarely) post it's my own fault
because there is in this world no one thing
to which the bramble of blackberry corresponds,
a word is elegy to what it signifies.
We talked about it late last night and in the voice
of my friend, there was a thin wire of grief, a tone
almost querulous.
Perhaps a tweak of the algorithm is in order.
to which the bramble of blackberry corresponds,
a word is elegy to what it signifies.
We talked about it late last night and in the voice
of my friend, there was a thin wire of grief, a tone
almost querulous.
Perhaps a tweak of the algorithm is in order.
June 19, 2025 at 1:12 PM
because there is in this world no one thing
to which the bramble of blackberry corresponds,
a word is elegy to what it signifies.
We talked about it late last night and in the voice
of my friend, there was a thin wire of grief, a tone
almost querulous.
Perhaps a tweak of the algorithm is in order.
to which the bramble of blackberry corresponds,
a word is elegy to what it signifies.
We talked about it late last night and in the voice
of my friend, there was a thin wire of grief, a tone
almost querulous.
Perhaps a tweak of the algorithm is in order.