You're early. Or late.
Hard to say.

I got into design because hip-hop album covers looked cooler than anything my art teacher ever hung on the wall. I spent more time studying Tupac's album cover than I did studying for actual art class — the grades reflected it, but so did the career.

Used to play basketball competitively — a generous way of saying I peaked at seventeen. There's a highlight reel somewhere from those years, and every year that passes it gets a little more legendary in my retelling and a little further from what actually happened.

Great with people, right up until my social battery hits zero mid-story, and I've mentally already left the building. You'll still see me nodding along, but if you look closely I'm just calculating the least awkward exit route.

As a child I used to provoke stray dogs on the street so they'd chase me — self-administered exposure therapy. Turns out that wasn't a normal hobby.

Life's ambition: three consecutive weeks in Boracay, gin and tonic in hand, from sunrise to whenever the bar closes. No itinerary, no laptop, no "quick call" — just me, the tide, and a tab I have no intention of closing early.