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For years I was tired. Not the kind of tired sleep fixes. The kind that’s just there, behind everything. Doctors never found anything so I kept gaslighting myself into thinking it was me. I’m too stressed, I’m not eating right, I’m not moving enough, … 
 Two months ago I gave up on that and spent an ungodly amount of money at private hospitals. Turns out it…
I read a company-wide announcement yesterday congratulating us on delivering something hard we’ve been working on for months. As I was reading it, I started noticing words my boss would never use… and then a few em dashes. I stopped reading. I’ve enjoyed my job a lot this last year, it’s a relatively small company, so there’s good laughs, work’s interesting,…
I took this photo in Las Palmas, Gran Canaria in 2020, a few weeks after dropping out of uni to travel the world while working remotely. It wasn’t a great month. I was anxious, unsure of myself and had no idea what came next. But every day I’d grab my camera and walk until the noise in my head quieted down. I was a terrible photographer - trust me - and this shot was more luck than…
Fuck you, Instagram. Fuck you, TikTok. Fuck you, Dennik N. Fuck you, Reddit. Fuck you, Hacker News. Fuck you, YouTube. 
 I’m not a fan of foul language. But I need to get this out. 
 
 I’m Gen Z. I grew up with computers and internet available everywhere I go. And over the years, I’ve watched my relationship with these platforms turn into something I can only describe…
My dad is a tinkerer. He’s got a 3D printer, a CNC cutting machine, something to do with lasers, he’s good with electricity, … the whole deal. For the past year and a half, I’ve been helping him with code. It’s not easy for him, especially considering almost all great resources are in English, not in our native language (Slovak). So every time I’d come home for…
You walk into the neighborhood. There’s a quiet excitement. You know where to go - you don’t need a map. You notice a new cafe around the block. The restaurant you liked closed. The trees look different somehow. You get closer to the building and think: I’ve walked this sidewalk a million times. I push open the front door, climb the stairs, turn the key - and I’m home.…
They come and go 
Relentlessly, even if nobody’s looking 
But only if an ear is listening 
And an eye is looking 
Can their beauty be appreciated 
 Like emotions 
Like emotions