Saw the new Monster trailer for the Lizzie Borden story today. Brought back memories of when I was 10. My mom had a tattered paperback about the case, its cover creased from years of rereading. I’d sneak it from her nightstand after she fell asleep, even though the grainy illustrations gave me nightmares. Now I spend my days writing code that sends my partner silly, sweet prompts every morning. It’s funny how these dark, old stories still stick with you, even when your life’s filled with small, soft moments.