Night. Over 11,000 meters above sea level. I was on a flight from Bangkok to Vienna, Austria. Something caught my eye outside the window.

I like to point out when people make excuses. It feels right, I'm helping them. Until: "I've noticed that you make a lot of excuses" - a friend of mine told me.

An introspective entry; my thoughts on the unknown, mental wounds, and how to deal with all of them.

I sometimes find myself hating AI-generated content. It feels like a waste of time: the writer of this piece is trying to fool me into doing something, so much that they employ the biggest companies on earth to help them.