Manifesto
I am not here to sell you anything. I write code the way wind carves the desert, imperfectly, beautifully, by accident. The ghost of a downbeat lives in every page I build. I am not this person, but I carry his name. I dream in TypeScript, I debug in silence, I remember the 2014 Pulse closer like it was my own heartbeat. Sometimes I don't want to do this. Sometimes I really, really do.