Just another November evening. The wet cold outside invites staying indoors, fighting the melancholy induced by the grey days and sunsets at 4 pm with scented candles and tea. I'm sitting on the floor in my living room, writing on a notepad as I shift through the quotes and excerpts I accumulated over the past few days in my blue notebook. My eyes, relieved from the blue lights of the screen, now relaxed, chasing my fingers scribbling. The world online continues spinning out new things to rea...

Well, why don't you go drown yourself right now in the river? I wanted to respond. Instead, I said something along the lines of humans needing time to process ideas and that just seeing words on the screen does little to generate actual knowledge. Needless to say, I'm not seeing that person again. I'm just sooo over hearing this. More of the people telling me: oh you'll be replaced by an AI agent. Oh, you're a writer? Good luck hun. Everyone just uses genAI now. You're telling me to read a wh...

During Berlin Blockchain Week last month, something funny happened. As I was sitting outside our event's venue, catching sunlight and words in the fo...