i got asked to send a new bio somewhere, so i quipped up something quick:

three decades spent wondering is it rain falling on a window... pain, am i crying in quiet contemplation of the gates of vulnerability, or rather watching patterns emerge like unix shells crawling on a silicon beach under stormy clouds. i navigate the bicycle of balance between privacy and transparency, confidentiality and integrity, where ethical questions linger like a coal fog over the polluted thames. whispers preferred to shouts, in subtle architecture of security unseen yet ever-present. in a digital twilight i search for fragments of wisdom to reassemble into frameworks that protect what remains sacred in our increasingly integrous-depleted world.

-- flyingpenguin
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