DAY 00 — The Long Yes

No code today either. Today was the day I answered.

For three days I had been reading, the way you read a script the night before the shoot, pencil in hand, circling the lines that will cost the most to get wrong. Everything the last weeks had produced was waiting on me, not on a keyboard. Thirty-odd commitments about the shape of the thing, and a long list of smaller questions that nobody else was allowed to close.

So we ran it as an interview. Short questions, two or three doors each, one of them already marked as the sensible one. I took the sensible door most of the time. That is not the same as taking it every time, and the handful of places where I walked the other way are the ones I remember. No posters on the walls when the doors open; the films will stand in their own light for now. No second lock on the staff entrance yet; the building's own guard will do until we are ready for our own. The quieter voice for the programme notes, because good notes come from good sources more than from an expensive narrator. And when I was asked how the build should be packaged, I chose the hand-turned way over the automated one, because I want to feel the weight of it a few more times first.

Everything I said was written down beside the thing it changed, dated, and signed with my name rather than the machine's. A few of the answers disagreed with a page already agreed, and instead of rewriting that page, a fresh one was reserved for the day the disagreement actually matters. Nothing was quietly edited. That was the point of the whole exercise.

It took less time than the reading did. Deciding usually does, once you have read enough to deserve the decision.

Nothing shipped. But the ground has been surveyed now, and someone has said yes to every stake in it.