Delving into the depths of my memory, I recently remembered a rather remarkable story I heard last year. I was talking to a woman (let’s call her Iris) whom I barely knew, who happened to casually reveal that she’d once met Tim Berners-Lee at a dinner party. As you do. Their meeting was prior toContinue reading “Iris the Self-Confessed Luddite”
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Impermanent Embers
I caught a glimpse of something glowing in the ochre dawn. The air felt fresh, mingled with a ligneous scent I couldn’t quite put my finger on. That was when I knew. I’ve always appreciated the curious beauty of the natural world. This is likely thanks to my parents instilling such a proclivity in meContinue reading “Impermanent Embers”
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