This is my experimental corner for generative AI.
No KPIs. No strategy. No client to impress.
A digital attic full of weird storytelling, little one-offs, and ideas that didn’t ask to be useful.
New things appear semi-regularly. No promises.
Ghosts of Autumns Past
It started with a 5-hour layover in Prague and ended as a full album. The story of a sonic diary built from dusty beats, a cheap guitar, and too much coffee.