The glistening road, splashed puddles by children, young at heart.
Who am I? Why am I here?
It's quite funny how these questions can be taken so literal or looked at in quite an existential form. It's scary to even answer them in either form. I don't even know what to say when I am asked this during job interviews. How do you even begin to introduce yourself without sounding so pretentious… Continue reading Who am I? Why am I here?