When I was 10 years old, I won the Nobel Prize in Literature. My school had organized a mini-version of the fancy party, and I had written a short story about a rag doll who dressed up as a porcelain doll. But no one was particularly surprised. I had been obsessed with writing stories ever since I learned to put words together into sentences.
Then I grew up.
But the feeling of composing words and rhythm into stories is still the only thing I can see myself doing with my time on earth. I write copy, UX, novels, captions, columns, film scripts, angry notes, diaries, text messages and poetry.

Give me a pen, and I'll make you cry. Or buy things online.








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