There is nothing wrong with checking your email while riding the subway on the way to work. Nothing at all. But it turns out that in a few short stations a simple and innocent activity can turn out to be something much deeper and important. On such a subway ride each keystroke will echo with the quiet sobs of your soul.
I guess these words define the generation that grew up with the Harry Potter books. It was so cool, so different, thrilling and sometimes dangerous. I’ve always pushed at the boundaries of reality, trying to break out into the uncharted void beyond, where magic, dwarves, halflings, dragons, and all things out of this mundane place lived. I created ways to change the world. I wrote stories, organized pen-and-paper role-playing sessions for the kids in our neighborhood, I made up board games. I have a brain made for analytical thinking, so it was natural I’d pick up programming in school. I’ve spent endless hours developing my own computer worlds filled with fairies, trolls, kraken; everything I could fit inside.