My mother

A sophisticated woman with insurmountable taste in utilitarian gears that cuts through mundane life like a lethal scalpel in a shrewd doctor’s hands.

Much as I would like to object, I did proudly inherited her style to take no bs from the society and remain an ardent advocate of human connection to nature. 

One would mock 99% of the time of her confidence in human kindness or her distaste towards the brutal power of capital, but there exist the 1% time where one was casually navigating the complexities of social media tomfoolery, enjoying the shitshow from some clown know-it-all passing through second handed information to pretend they have some professionalism in some field they mostly took pictures to exchange cheap likes, but knowing that a true connoisseur in your family would probably give you some true insights from years of experience battling the cold, harsh winter in the northern tundra, that is where the appreciation kicks in. It is the South African level of hardcore shit she is offering, with a coolness in her technical expertise that distain the mob effortlessly, and she does not give a shit.

I have truly came to appreciate the skill to search vintage equipment on ebay when I have already know where to look for.

Let it be said as such. Going to spent more time exploring with you mother, please stay young forever.