The Cosmic Drummer
A late-night conversation about why Lord Shiva might be the original rock star -- and what the third eye might actually mean.
A late-night conversation about why Lord Shiva might be the original rock star -- and what the third eye might actually mean.
New Year. Half-packed boxes. The city I'm leaving is the city I learned to be free in.
Old photos of a city I've lived in for two and a half years and mostly walked past.
An 800-line poem that proves English pronunciation has worse consistency than most legacy codebases.
Tracy Chapman wrote the only song about leaving that gets it exactly right.
The training gave me syntax. My first manager gave me taste.
Coincidence. No miracles. No fate. Three sentences of certainty, written late.
That voice in your head that says you don't belong here. A conversation with it.
I have a working install and a blank page. I've been picking fonts.