Just a medium coffee for me, nothing fancy. But somehow on the way to collecting my drink, I heard “Horace” on Monday, “Morris” on Tuesday, and “Boris” by Friday. For some reason, I also spoke my name out at the counter and in what seemed like a mere half-minute, I became a different person. But now, I face the conundrum of what has happened to me. Only Horace has been my name for the past…
Last Friday, after enduring a series of meetings that felt like they should have been conducted over a video call,…
The most bizarre moment of vulnerability happens when you’re infront of an ATM. After inserting your card, typing in your…
This seed was planted by my niece. During our monthly family dinner which, I confess, has become more of a ritual than a pleasure beyond the obligatory jabs about my lonesome bachelor life and my ‘underwhelming’ career progress – my niece, after staring at the untouched vegetable medley for quite a while, suddenly lifted her gaze and said, “Uncle Horace, you have been cribbing about technology for so long. Why don’t you try a digital…
I never intended to live in the future. One futuristic device after the other, step by step, pushed me to…