Ask me what I was doing on a random day three years ago, and I can probably give you a creepily detailed answer. Should I be proud or concerned about how much my brain can store?

My hard drive isn't much different. I've recorded over 200 songs in my bedroom, and only recently opened the window to let some of them out into the world. If you enjoy pop music, check out my sound by clicking not here… not here either… not quite there yet… we’re almost there… here.

Besides making music, I've always had a particular way of listening to it. As a teenager, I spent years creating my own weekly Konboard Hot 100 charts in Excel. Looking back, it might have been my first indication that I loved the intersection of data and creativity.

Actually, scratch that. My fascination with marketing started even earlier, when I watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Five Golden Tickets hidden in chocolate bars, and suddenly everyone wanted one. I was fascinated by how something so ordinary could become so desirable.

Not every Greek loves mythology, but I certainly do. Growing up with those stories taught me how a single symbol can carry an entire narrative. A wooden horse, after all, can hold the story of an entire war.

A lover of surreal art, my ideas tend to leave reality. Their starting point never does. So… should we start?