#+TITLE: Meanwhile, in Macondo
#+AUTHOR: arpunk 
#+DATE: <2025-08-19 Tue> 
#+OPTIONS: toc:nil
#+filetags: :life:

We build, we code, we contribute — but always in isolation.  We hoard
knowledge like gold in a locked room.  We claim ownership over
fragments of code like ancient family heirlooms.  We argue over syntax
like prophets debating the meaning of a dream.

We’re not strangers to collaboration; we are masters of fragmentation.

Each contributor a Buendía: brilliant, passionate, doomed by pride.

We publish, but never truly share.  We merge, but only to claim
credit.  We debate — not to improve, but to prove we were right.

We are not failing because we lack talent.  We are failing because we
are afraid to be together.

Maybe it’s time to stop writing in solitude.  Maybe it’s time to stop
waiting for the rain to fall before we plant the seeds.

Because Macondo didn’t fall because of magic.  It fell because no one
ever learned how to hold hands in the storm.