posts

GAS has made me start a cult where my colleagues think I’m a barista and my manager thinks I’m Guy Fawkes.

How Tamás Sajó made me realise that my old “poems” were just teenage angst.

I consider myself a minimalist, but my digital clutter says otherwise.

I’m ready for a “New Year, New Me” - with a healthy dose of skepticism.

Turns out I’m still better at tweaking the blog than writing posts.