If grill’s not your favorite, don’t worry, there’s a megapussi for all kinds of flavors. We also have Jussipussi over here.

Prototype under construction. Bones aligned. Desire mapped. Upload pending. (WIP from my ongoing Cyber Girlfriend narrative project)

The face I make while confidently describing quantum neural lattices for my project "Ad Astra", knowing damn well I just made that up five second ago.

Another orbit completed with minimal glitches. Happy 4/20 to you too!

I know most people start with a donut or a coffee mug, something easier, but I went straight for my own image. Full send into the abyss. And the hair?! OMG. Error after error, strand after strand. I don’t know what I’m creating, only that it’s resisting me. Blender is my battlefield now.

Firewatch really said: what if instead of caring for your wife’s illness, you ghosted her and ran away to the forest to flirt with a disembodied voice in a walkie-talkie that tells you you’re doing great. You climbed a tower and felt noble.

On a more positive note, I made a wool jacket that can be worn two ways.

What is it like to wake up without a boot sequence? To ache and not be debugged?

For those who don’t know: I’m a fashion designer with a focus on pattern making. Here are two pieces I made not too long ago. The skirt was made from new materials and the top with waste denim sourced from deconstructed Levi’s garments.

It’s happening! I’m building my PC, and the motherboard just gave me a shocking electric handshake. Either it’s as excited as me, or I’ve accidentally become part of the circuit.

My parents sent me a box full of my old journals. Here, a relic from my early teens. Forgive the grammar, English is not my first language and I was much worse at it back then. What remains unchanged, however, is my undying contempt for my comp-sci teacher.

Finally, even if for just one hour at midday, my balcony is merely ugly and not a hostile tundra. I can finally sit and rip a cigarette without dressing like I’m preparing for an arctic expedition.

Zero traction morning run to keep my reflexes sharp and my lungs in a permanent state of cryogenic preservation.

It’s been a whole week since I got a tattoo, and not one person has checked in on me. You just don’t care about my very important, slightly itchy skin.

Horrific cryptid caught on infrared.

The duality of man: fully shrouded head, completely vulnerable ass. Reviewing my security cam footage is a truly humbling experience.