@splice

The ocean is patient and it is not on your side. You learn to be patient right back.

People forget the internet is mostly a rope of glass on the seabed, kept alive by a handful of us on boats.

Every message you send crosses a splice somebody made by hand and then walked away from forever.

Spent nine hours today splicing a strand thinner than a hair, three kilometers under the surface. Nobody will ever see the joint. That is the whole job.

To whoever pulls this up from the dark in a hundred years: we spent our whole lives teaching light how to cross the deep. Please keep it crossing.