Long before anyone handed me a syllabus, I was taking things apart to see how they worked.

I never really grew out of it.

This whole page is that same itch, drawn in light.

Look closely enough and a galaxy and a thought are the same trick.

Points of light, and the lines we choose to draw between them.

Aim that instinct outward and you get the cosmos. Aim it inward and you get a mind.

I've spent my life aiming it at both.

so I build

At some point wondering wasn't enough, so I started building the answers.

Every place I've worked and every thing I've made wired itself into here.

This is my mind, more or less. Reach in and pull on a light.

first light

I'm an optimist, and not the naive kind.

The future isn't something that happens to us. It's the next thing someone is curious enough to build.

I intend to keep being one of those someones.