I crash-landed on this planet in the distant year of 1970, and ever since, my mind has been endlessly tangled around one existential question: "What’s that?" The mysterious "that" which only I seemed to notice and find irresistibly fascinating. By second grade, they were already calling me a "dreamer," because, let’s face it, that interesting "something" was always outside the window, never on the chalkboard.

My love affair with digital graphics began even before I knew what a computer was. My universe was made of ephemeral pixels and unwarranted slaps (especially that in middle school). Luckily, the slaps have faded away, but the dreamer hasn’t. If you’re talking to me, chances are I’m staring at some indefinite point beyond your head, a point only I can see.

If you really want my attention, talk to me about retro gaming, World of Warcraft, Star Trek (curse you JJA!), and lately, Baldur’s Gate 3.