It all started with a banana. I’m four years old, sitting at the dining room table, doodling a familiar yellow fruit. A sprawling pile of colorful craft paper, stickers and drawing materials surround me. My weapon of choice? A squeaky, half-dried-out marker. My mission? Unknown… but very, very important. Fast forward a few decades: the markers are fancier (sometimes), the deadlines are real, and suddenly I’m asking myself… wait, is this still what I want to do? Is this still fun? Have I wande...
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It all started with a banana. I’m four years old, sitting at the dining room table, doodling a familiar yellow fruit. A sprawling pile of colorful craft paper, stickers and drawing materials surround me. My weapon of choice? A squeaky, half-dried-out marker. My mission? Unknown… but very, very important. Fast forward a few decades: the markers are fancier (sometimes), the deadlines are real, and suddenly I’m asking myself… wait, is this still what I want to do? Is this still fun? Have I wande...
It all started with a banana. I’m four years old, sitting at the dining room table, doodling a familiar yellow fruit. A sprawling pile of colorful craft paper, stickers and drawing materials surround me. My weapon of choice? A squeaky, half-dried-out marker. My mission? Unknown… but very, very important. Fast forward a few decades: the markers are fancier (sometimes), the deadlines are real, and suddenly I’m asking myself… wait, is this still what I want to do? Is this still fun? Have I wande...
Ghost Frame
It all started with a banana. I’m four years old, sitting at the dining room table, doodling a familiar yellow fruit. A sprawling pile of colorful craft paper, stickers and drawing materials surround me. My weapon of choice? A squeaky, half-dried-out marker. My mission? Unknown… but very, very important. Fast forward a few decades: the markers are fancier (sometimes), the deadlines are real, and suddenly I’m asking myself… wait, is this still what I want to do? Is this still fun? Have I wande...
