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Master of some
Jack of all trades Master of someFrom barefoot guitar in Mexico to courtroom patent warsFrom code to comics
Creation was never one thing
Then Came Sound
Music. Code. Escape. Freedom with rhythmI found my way through signal and syntax
Sound became a door. I walked through
No Drug will stop me
Born on a rainy night. The doctors tried to delay me.I didn’t wait.
Defiance was my first breath
Religious Childhood
No sound. No doubt. No dreaming
But my questions grew teeth
Body
Practicing handstands. Feeling into flexibility.Maybe kitesurfing next — or maybe just learning to breathe deep.