I didn’t grow up around the advent of personal computing—I was a bit (read as: 20 years) late. But I sure wish I did. There’s something very earnest to me about old computer interfaces. And Mac Paint is the bee’s knees.
They cannot know who I am, inside.
Adventures in code.
Patterns draw me in because they tell stories of the mundane. They speak of everyday life and its routines.
Guess the ending.
Response to editorial: Groupthink, The New Yorker